Analysis of Moon

I try so hard to picture the heart that lights the moon and beams love like a dart to my waiting face; as I pear into space, never complacent of your grace.
I imagine the touch of a planet so at peace it silently sings us to sleep as it sends us its dreams of lovers, husbands and wives, such tiny little lives with such powerful thoughts that reaches to the moons caught continuous night from all around the earth. Soothing light lovingly brought by the Gods to ease our way into slumber so tenderly placed into the night sky by thoughts so monolithic no other can replicate your beauty as they live, die or merely sigh as they exist other ways to this. Moon dear moon that calls out its poetry of worship and cleansing, mending many a wondering heart and lighting the way to its righteous beloved home. Oft under its protective gaze, a glaze so awed and adored by ever knowing; ever learning; ever yearning eyes, no matter how hard it tries, it can never be ignored and forgotten, broken or rotten.
A light so deep within the essence of man as they think and feel they can recharge like crystals intrinsic and engrained through happinesses and pains.
All they can do is ask "Who are you?".