The Shining Dark

The shining dark doesn't give light to the sun,
But favors the face of the moon as one.
Shining in the dark is a gift to the moon;
From the heart of the dark,
To shine bright through the gloom.

The brilliance of the moon sends rays into the night,
Magnificent rays of illuminating light.
Penetrating holes in the haze of the dark,
While hoping to leave its permanent mark.

Caught in the night,
The darkness swallows it;
But then come again,
The gift greatly follows it.
Then disappears again
On the crack of the morrow,
And waits until twilight,
In its infinite sorrow.

This my children would be called a poem. I will post a few poems of mine (yes, written by me) when I feel like it.