I look to the moon
Awestruck by her beauty, enamored with her tranquility
Those dips in her surface, those interruptions on her skin
She wears her craters emblazoned on her crest
Like a symbol of her worth, a badge of her honor
She calls to me
Tells me that imperfections like her own can still be met with wonder
Can still charge the currents of a soul
And light up even the darkest of nights