Heed this message,
Lady Lunar sees all,
Watching from her ballroom of constellations,
Her cold eyes falling upon us,
Like a gravitational force,
Though her face be pockmarked and severe,
The moon must have a heart,
She sees all of our vice,
Our innate enmity,
And doesn’t choose to end us,
Through tidal waves or disdain,
Or falling upon us in apocalyptic fashion,
She could but resists the urge,
She remains our guardian,
Foil to her nuclear sister.
WorldofHarley 
Fantastic! A marvelous guardian watching while we sleep.
Ahh yes, our silent guardian in the night. ☺️
The Oldschool Harlequin
A really beautiful piece of writing, my friend 😊
Thank you kindly, you’re too kind my friend. 😊
The Oldschool Harlequin
A pleasure 😊