Moonlight

The moon beamed back at me,
her ivory skin glistening above me.
Her silver glowy smile does not fail to 
illuminate my street like a torch on a dark night.
As I glance deep into the night sky,
she makes another appearance.
Her soft glow even thrives through the clouds
on the darkest of nights.
I observe her for a while and admire her beauty.
I notice how every night she lays on the same perfect
sheets of blue.
She watches down on us,
huge handfuls of stars thrown carelessly around us.
And yet she never loses her train of thought,
not even for a minute.
Every night she overpowers the sun,
pushing him down and behind the mountains.
It has always been that way,
and it always will.