Its ghostly light conducted by the heavens rain down on the heavens as if it is the creater.
So delicate but eerie it is; soft and forgiving. To not love the moon is to not love God.
Sweltering like the sun's rays of warmth, but inbetween comforting and deadly.
No thing on Earth or in the vastness mortals call space can describe the prepossessing and power of the moon.