There she is before you, glowing forth from the night sky. Her beauty can't be denied. But I know it's her impermanence you love. Rarely she reveals herself in full, hiding nothing. No, most often she modestly watches over you and understands your needs.
Never so imposing as the sun, as harsh as Old Man Winter, or unforgiving as Father Time. Rather, this mysterious, calm, keeper of the night orchestrates your dreams. She beckons you to share your inner desires and vows loyalty to your trust. She never really leaves, in the day she can be found in a remote corner of the sky.
Though enticingly elusive, each night she returns again to watch, to beckon. Sleep well my love, she has heard your dreams and will answer in time. How do I know? I am the Goddess of the Moon.