Moon

Mere amorphous dust in permanent suspension, in mid-air, nearest to earth and the earth of your soul MAN, I'm an emissary of some higher order.What's left of daylight, at night I turn down the borrowed light through the darkness of night sky, low to cosmic bliss as a torch for the benighted and as an enlightenment of the sky.Though cratered by imperfection, but free from sun's heat and rain's coldness, I retain my splendour when visible and attraction when unseen.Though ever still, I keep my constancy under all my phases as one and many.Beyond sorrow or joy as a bridge builder between nature and man, I keep the ocean under my sway, periodic menstruation, the surge of lunacy and the storm-sunshine cycle.Clinging to my debris I whirl in the dance of eternal balance.