Answer:
The moon is my father. The sea is my mother. I have a million brothers. I die when I reach land
I have one eye. See near and far. I hold the moments you treasure and the things that make you weep.
Always wax, yet always wane: I melt, succumbed to the flame. Lighting darkness, with fate unblest, I soon devolve to shapeless mess.
You can read it both ways, I wearΝΎ One way it's a number, reversed a snare.
Voiceless it cries, wingless flutters, toothless bites, mouthless mutters.
Iβm grown from darkness but shine with a pale light. Very round I am and always a lady's delight.