A Watchful Guardian

This is a poem I literally found on a scrap of paper under my bed.I think it was an attempt at a sonnet but I had to cut some of it because it didn't actually make sense... so it is just a poem now. One about the moon (random!).

A Watchful Guardian

The orb of hope
Independent but lonely
So quiet, hardly taking a breath, it must cope
The face of an invisible observer, almost godly

A reflection of innocence
So watchful you must be
like he to the stars with such diligence
An expressionless face scarred by debris

The moon rests his tired eyes
His pallid face bows, here comes sunrise


M xxx