She rises gloried in the sky,
and smiles in bright-dusk guise,
upon the hopes and fears of man;
soothes our darkest cries.
The Moon in sovereign reverence,
has birthed herself again,
and from the waxing, waning days,
thrown brightness over pain.
Her truth expressed eternal,
shines ghostly through the night,
and tells the truth of being;
from dark death is brought light.