On a night like this
I find myself gazing
upon the serene glow
of the midnight moon.
The sterling light paints
the fields and casts shadows;
creating a scene of
surreal silver night.
How the moon dances
in the ebon twilight!
Dancing to nightingale songs,
dancing gracefully.
The shines tonight.
Set aglow by the moon
and all her luster and grace.
Making me feel whole.
And as she departs;
falling to the coming dawn.
My heart tears as I yearn
for that sterling light
Even as the sun
sets the morning dew ablaze
with golden rays so bright.
I watch her leave.
As she descends
from the heavenly canvas
her cleansing light, her touch
leaves the painted fields.
I will remember
that evanescent hue;
the last breaths of the fainting moon
as it leaves the sky.
But it isn't the light
I cherish now.
It is the memory
of that piece of eden.
The piece that shaped me,
that piece that made me whole.
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC
On a night like this
I find myself gazing
upon the serene glow
of the midnight moon.
The sterling light paints
the fields and casts shadows;
creating a scene of
surreal silver night.
How the moon dances
in the ebon twilight!
Dancing to nightingale songs,
dancing gracefully.
The shines tonight.
Set aglow by the moon
and all her luster and grace.
Making me feel whole.
And as she departs;
falling to the coming dawn.
My heart tears as I yearn
for that sterling light
Even as the sun
sets the morning dew ablaze
with golden rays so bright.
I watch her leave.
As she descends
from the heavenly canvas
her cleansing light, her touch
leaves the painted fields.
I will remember
that evanescent hue;
the last breaths of the fainting moon
as it leaves the sky.
But it isn't the light
I cherish now.
It is the memory
of that piece of eden.
The piece that shaped me,
that piece that made me whole.