Shadow of the Moon

Heavens gates don't open up here,
in this white dusty sunbaked place.
All to feel is the suns white heat,
it's profound beauty melts eyes.
Watch a horizon never seen before,
by daring human eyes I watch.
The darkness creeps along the dust,
consuming it in a cold grasp.
Then comes the chilling shadow,
it takes it's hold on the moon.
Becoming dark and blank,
as the sun disapears,
leaving a dry frozen landscape,
for none to see.