I have always yearned for the Moon to light my sky;
The tempestuous Sun seems too much for to hold.
There is grace in the touch of Diana’s subtle glow;
illuminating the darkest night with her caress.
I look to the moon to guide my path in the dark;
For she holds the torch to cast away the gloom.
I have always been afraid of what the night will bring;
Yet no more, for she and her steorra sisters guide my way.