The moon

Creating clones, That resemble, None.

Hiding beauty, Show by only, One.

Replacing warmth, Bringing only, Reflections.

Lighting up, A dark sheet, In fractions.

Holding no, Real truth, Or meaning.

Just to fill, Others passing, Or retreating.

Guiding travelers, And the lost, 'Till morning.

Before leaving, Them stranded, And disappearing.