M was never any
Older than required.
Often mistaken for a much younger woman, she
Needlessly wondered the night.
Buoyant she strolls down avenues unknown
Occasionally stopping to admire the silence.
Ushering past darkened doorways with a glance, it’s
Non-consequential what’s behind them.
Decency requires she be
Carefully attired on her walks, past the
Hill. No one would molest her.
Incandescent, many endeavor to possess her.
Lit from within, she is no friend
Dispossessed of the need to be bound.
fearfree living 
This really is an enchanting image of the moon…the carefully attired woman strolling fearless through random streets at night…everywhere and nowhere and intimidating in a subtle way. I’ve reread this a couple times. I really like it.
Thank you for reading. This was a tough one. I wanted to try the actual form suggested. I appreciate the note.