@sarahjanekose: The Moon By Sarah Mack Upon a canvas carved of softest blue, A silent pulse begins to awaken through, Not dark, nor cold, but brimming with a electric thrill, A luminous force that makes the ether still. Beneath the velvet arch, the moon takes form, A bright, serene observer, calm and warm, Encircled by a swirl of shimmering spark, A hundred lively lights against the dark. The stars dance near, in vibrant, pulsing beam, Igniting cosmic currents like a dream. They leap and flicker, whispering stories old, In ribbons woven out of starlight gold. Yet at the center sits the gentle queen, Unshaken, tranquil, silver-robed, serene. Her steady light pours softly from the sky, A balm of peace to quiet every sigh. She holds the wild energy in her grace, A sanctuary in the boundless space. Though stars burn bright with fierce, dynamic glow, She breathes a peaceful hush on all below.

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