Hiding the imperfections of the night,

the moonlight sprinkles itself as salt through the night sky,

adding savor everywhere it touches,

concealing the dark spots and wrinkles besetted upon the surface of the night.

Like matching tatoos or bestfriend bracelets.

This age old symbiosis is shown through the matching age spots covering their faces.

Indelibly etching the story of life, Transcribing even their inside jokes.

The moonlight has a beautiful soothing touch to earth,

calming fears as the night approaches.

The underpraised hero in this human struggle,

moonlight,

is easily forgotten,

smothered behind the star-like qualities of the sunlight.

But I

I want the moonlight.

No blistering rays,

a hero that I can look upon and say

thank you.