The Beauty that Awaits Us

The Sky, now dark, affords a wandering eye,
to glance about the world for perfect light.
He searches for the Moon to grace supply,
and patiently awaits their true Tonight.
The Moon, a spotless shimmer, stands alone,
her face, a glorious promise of her virtue.
She veils her truest silver for her throne
of comfort that the Sky did well pursue.
The Sky, when vacant, just a dark abyss,
an empty slate without a beam or glow.
The Moon, unmatched, awaits a Sky to kiss,
surrendering her love - a gentle flow.
Together, Moon and Sky, the waiting done,
Now serve the new world they have just begun.