Moon

If the moon were to shatter to a thousand pieces
It's light glowing and luminescent
If the moon's shattered remanents ,
Cracked like porcelain,
We're to form again
In all their beauty, glory and modesty
And if the porcelain moon, shattered,
Were to form once more
It would form a figure,
Much like your gentle face;
Angular and luminous
Soft and novel

Your porcelain features
Your opalescent glow, like molten pearl,
Mapped by the constellations in your eyes

Your smile delicate, sculpted, a mosaic
Of the shattered, porcelain moon

The light you extend
An arm loaned to guide the lonely
The lost

You are the stars that give direction
You are the sun that lights the path
You are the moon that bears all hope.