And what of moonlight?
Who sings upon the rocks a gentle hymn,
Longing lifted with each and every whim.
His soft gaze yet to be unseen by the world.
Those trapped in time spent sleeping in rhythm,
Eyes cast upon the dreams grim.
He hides within the confines of his prison.
A celestial home littered with starlight but yet dim,
Mystery granted in the twigs and branches of every limb.
When shall he have his freedom again?
Once the oceans pour over their brim,
Stars spilling into the sand caught in a mad swim.
Will his madness carry his fears?
The sorrows he’s trapped in his songs prim,
Weariness he’s held as memories film.
Yes, what of moonlight?
Away from the day, sun’s light dislimn.
In the grip of night, hands sharp and anonym.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 11:51 PM UTC
And what of moonlight?
Who sings upon the rocks a gentle hymn,
Longing lifted with each and every whim.
His soft gaze yet to be unseen by the world.
Those trapped in time spent sleeping in rhythm,
Eyes cast upon the dreams grim.
He hides within the confines of his prison.
A celestial home littered with starlight but yet dim,
Mystery granted in the twigs and branches of every limb.
When shall he have his freedom again?
Once the oceans pour over their brim,
Stars spilling into the sand caught in a mad swim.
Will his madness carry his fears?
The sorrows he’s trapped in his songs prim,
Weariness he’s held as memories film.
Yes, what of moonlight?
Away from the day, sun’s light dislimn.
In the grip of night, hands sharp and anonym.
#moonlight #nature
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