A Wigwam for a Goose's Bridle

The heart calls out to kindred spirits, and I know
why you love the moon.  You share with her
so many attributes.  Reflecting gentle light
into my darkest nights, you are safety and comfort,
a guiding beam that both travels alongside me, 
and yet is a constant, a navigational aid. I am 
witness to your multi-faceted beauty, the divergent cycles
in which your aspect is illuminated, and yet
in all your phases you are whole and magnificent.