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