Smile of the Moon

She's tied to mystery.
Bound by love in history.
Center of the end of day.
Sharp, or soft in her own way.

A dreamy subject in eve's talk.
Jealous clouds her pathways stalk.
To hide the face that lives forever.
The ever-glowing smile ends never.

Whisper spooky allegations.
Still live her night's temptations.
Sees you through in deepest dark.
On mellow sighing she'll embark.

For if she is, yet rarely, blue;
She'll call the stars, who stick to her like glue.
Revolve around her, making compliments;
Until she smiles, while all the world laments.