Ending moonshine

Written by: Mark Norton

Ending moonshine      

We shall linger in the silence of the darkest of 
nights                                                              
Here, where we hear no whispers in the mist and the wind,
Still a pilot looks beyond western skies     
To where the moon is full and red, 
But calm are the emotions held inside 
While she waits for the passing of night

Budapest seems far from Bangladesh, too far like the eye from the heart,
Yet the moon and stars shine lucent beams                     
Into the darkness that is bathed in shadows
By the rays from kingdom come,
But to her remains a gloom of night 
And the calm of evermore

Idol songs are bequest to her ears
When obscure is this early twilight, 
And take note of sounds when minuets expire 
And wind blows away the night,
But at what shall look when our moon appears
To hold off the early light

Buried in the silence did wake the day 
Cluttered by whispers of a dying night,
But listen, now deep in the mist of morn  
Lays abandoned her silken veil 
Beneath the ascending sun

            By M.Norton
marklnorton@shaw.ca