Luna’s gentle glow illuminates the night,
A beacon in the darkness, a guiding light.
Her soft, silvery rays upon my face
Fill my heart with wonder, a peaceful space.
With phases marking time, she waxes and wanes,
From full to new, her constant changes reign.
A symbol of hope, a source of delight,
A celestial wonder, a precious sight.
In the stillness of the night, she shines so bright,
A lonely sentinel, a gentle light.
Her beauty leaves me breathless, a sight to behold,
A treasure in the darkness, a story to be told.
Oh, lunar mistress, you enchant me so,
A constant presence, a mystery to know.
Forever in the sky, a glowing crescent shape,
A source of inspiration, a poetic escape.
©Nelson Eimankhu
Nelson Eimankhu is currently an ND II Mass Communication student at Moshood Abiola Polytechnic
