The moon is empowering. It is constantly changing having to adjust to the movement of the universe. But it is nonetheless in charge of its own existence and everything else must succumb to her pressure. The waves that beat at the earth are controlled by the changes of the moon while the hands of the clock moved based on her schedule. The sun may control her light but she controls the way of the world. She moves across the sky with grace and as the stars cloud the black night, it is still her beauty that takes my breath away. I am greeted by her every morning and kiss her goodbye each night but most importantly, when the worries written on the inside of my mind are too strong to close out, it is her friendship I long for while the rest of the world sleeps. She is the one that whispers secrets of the night and promises of a better tomorrow. She is the messenger of the light at the darkest hour and her beauty is undeniable. There are holes, crevices and dimples on her outer layer but nonetheless, she rises high into the sky each and every night. It is not the overwhelming brightness of the sun most inspiring, but the subtleness of the moon that reaches my soul deepest.