A FACE OF PEARL

A face of pearl, in velvet night,
The moonbeam paints a gentle light.
A perfect round, a silver gleam,
A silent smile, a watchful dream.

The clouds drift by, like wispy hair,
Across the brow, a fleeting care.
Her cratered cheek, a story told,
Of ancient times, and ages bold.

Her eyes, the stars, they brightly wink,
A secret code, the poets think.
They watch the world, in slumber deep,
While shadows dance, and mysteries creep.

Oh, moonface fair, a sight divine,
Your beauty fills this heart of mine.
A beacon soft, a guiding light,
You grace the dark, and pierce the night.