Moon Ray
The moon ray comes down to be upon the Earth
I see some of it on my hand lightly cast
It’s a grey, white light that’s been beaming since birth
I just don’t know how long the moonlight will last
For clouds may start to form on top of the moon
But now the moon ray lights like an ancient rune
There’s no colors present within the moonlight
It shines ever-presently, showing its might
Russell Sivey
Copyright © Russell Sivey | Year Posted 2013
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