The Moon, In Theory.

Flawlessly taking care
To never be in the wrong place
At the wrong time.
Always bright and respected.
Respectful back, which is
Hard to come by lately.

Always up for a dare,
To sing the night a song.
The wind will chime
In with a note,
Which will reflect.
The song will be connected,
All together, which insists
That it was done ornately.

Huge and brilliant,
Forever lighting up lives.
Remembered in honor, never lost.
Never put back in the vaults.
Imperfect, but great,
Loved by everyone.
Loved during the night-life,
Takes away all gloom.

Filled with resilience,
Always survives.
Considers the cost,
But continues, enthralled.
Knows no hate,
Is far from young.
It's the moon.