Virgin Moon
 
The virgin moon rides the western sky tonight.
Naked; extravagantly veiled in glimmering light.
Her silver robe sweeps the shimmering dusk,
Consoling the world in its nightly task.

The weary stare in faith and famished hope,
Her streak makes worldly travails easier to cope.
Soothed by the cosmic candle so slight
Which shines majestically amidst darkest night.

The moon heralds faith and hope to all
As night unfurls its darkest, eerie shawl.