Phoebe

Serene orb, shrouded
by veils of cotton-candy fog
terrestrial secrets keeping vigil
with the whispers of the stars
Her face is pockmarked,
porous craters full of faults
yet she does not
judge beauty by another’s eyes
Her voice softly
caresses the earth,
her whispers scented
like gentle mid
summer nights
Nights swarms her like plagues,
yet still she is hope