The moon hung dim like memories grown old
Its silver washed to something pale and cold
It seemed too tired for stories yet untold
A lantern losing grip on all it holds
Then came your gaze—so gentle deep and sure
A light the moon could no longer ignore
It brightened softly in your shine’s allure
As if your eyes rewrote its ancient lore
Your presence made its shadows fade away
The sky turned luminous in quiet play
The moon revived reclaimed its silver sway
And crowned the heavens where the night turns gray
So look at me when skies grow faint and slow
When darkness steals the places stars would go
For in your eyes the brightest truths will show—
Even the moon remembers how to glow