© Christine ft ChrisDuke Day 043/365 #the365kreativhub #the365writingmarathon #inkblotsanctum THE COMPANION In the quiet of night, when shadows play, A shiny orb begins to sway, Casting whispers on the brook, A moonlit lullaby, to soothen and cleanse her nook. She sits by the window, her heart a-glow, Lost in a dream where starlight flows, The moon, her friend, in the velvet skies, Watches over her with its gentle eyes. Its glow, a balm for the wounded soul, A soft embrace that makes her whole, With every beam, a story unfolds, Of hidden pains untold. The night wraps her in a tender embrace, As the moonlight dances, a waltz of grace, In its gleaming glow, she is finds a silent promise, it's glory appreciates her efforts as premise. Radiation of her oasis tells of her heart, pure as light, strong as heaven's part. The evening's wind sweeps her praise, in sweet aroma of celestial presence as the moon gaze.