Luna

The moon has gravity,
Drawing in men and meteors
With her bright light,
Her changing face;
Her dark side.

Already on an altering course,
Still they come,
Though the dangers are apparent,
While she watches
With her owl eyes.

Fascinated, she too
Is drawn in return,
Wishing to know
The ebb and flow
Of each beloved one.

Yet too she sees
The impact,

The responsibility,
Of her power
To inspire.