Too say that the moon wept was an understatement,
as her luminous soul always seemed to allure the curious.
Perhaps it was her ethical aura that,
was innocently sweet
which drew in the wondering strangers to do a double glance and stop,
as she hummed her sweet melody of tranquility - putting every child to sleep.
Harmonica they would chant,
as she drifted from different shades of grey, lilac and gold.
A perfect treasure to hold.
From dusk till dawn,
she will roam as the sky gods - granted her with pithy and grace.
Not even the cosmos were that divine,
for she was the - moon child.
