Luna herself

A dense thicket of pine trees with an even thicker fog rising from it.
Glowing in the moon's light this mist traced the tree-line on its way to the sparse grey clouds above.
Further away still was Luna herself laying in the navy pool that hugs the Earth.
She basks in time with an aged pearl look about her. With more beauty than she held in her celestial youth.
I am a student of our planets betrothed...
She must have secrets to tell.
Her skin battered from Aeons of stray rock collisions.
Still smiling down upon her love and us who dwell here.
Her view of us must be blurred with tear.
since to touch her love, would destroy them both...