fresh in the darkness like a newborn moon

nightsky; scattered stars lay awake
twinkling upon faces of admirers.
but could they compare to the beauty of the moon?
the light that was a mirror of day; uncomparable
yet alone, clustered by unfriendly clouds that
shook storm and rain.
but they could never blanket the intensity of her gaze
they could never shake her loose of the sky
for she stayed, till the break of day.