THE SOFTNESS OF THE RESPLENDENT MOONLIGHT

Written by: Andrew Crisci

Rainy nights have hidden
the friendly moon that visited my flowery window;
that was two seasons ago...
when I told her big secrets and didn't conceal pain.


The red-eyed owls watched me strangely and pitied my loneliness;
was I insane for staying up so late? 
But sleep was like tasting real death...
I asked myself the same question, " Why dream until daybreak? "


The softness of the resplendent moonlight 
must return on the same hour, and paint this sad face with silver moonbeams;
only then my dark night will turn bright... 
to relive those summer's nights again and give life to another dream that gleams.