Luminescence

Th Moon, like a beacon shines
a halo, a golden light
through a dark and misty night

The Moon, its beam always shines
a blue, bright glow
for the weary to follow

The Moon, it luminates our path
it gives a feel of love
like a smile from God above

The Moon, its unearthly rays
to romance it seems to say
"go on, I'll light the way"

The Moon, as it begins to wane
love in its weakest form
brightens at the site of morn

The Moon, when it glows red
the light of the universe
reflects and to us disperse

The Moon, our moon
to us on earth
it has an unequal worth

The Moon, not just giving light
but making the sea tides
upon whose waves we ride

The Moon, a solid rock
yet able light to reflect
to us who on earth collect

The Moon, we gather to see
your blue face covered
the sun o'er you hover

The moon, in wonder of
an eclipse, a wonder
on earth we watch from under

The first poem I have inserted into a story.