Full Moon


The silver orb ascends behind the hill,
It casts its glow on woods where trees are still,
Dispels the dreary darkness of the night,
Bathes the sleeping world in soft liquid light.

It stretches shadows in the quiet lanes,
Sketches its shining sparks upon the plains;
Its spotless sheens simmer upon the lake
Where ripples stir for one small creature’s sake.

The stars retreat behind a velvet veil
As gentle winds begin their steady tale
And whisper on leaves silvered by the stare
Of one who watches from the upper air.

The backyard garden hums a silent song
Where weary hearts have waited for so long
To feel the coolness on the thirsty grass
And watch the golden moments slowly pass.

The moon now mounts the rooftops and the spires,
Extinguishing the heat of daytime fires
To leave a world of cool and steady grace,
Reflected in the mirror of its face.

As I glance outside through the window panes
A glow of joy lights the seams of my brain;
Beyond the window pane where my soul lies
The orb reflects the wisdom of the skies.
 
I yearn to stroll along the garden lanes
In the full moon light, to dispel my strains,
But the eager urge to carve some verses
Holds me at my desk, as with some curses.

Wearied, with the eyes red, I fall asleep,
Dreaming of the full moon in the sky deep,
A steady beacon in the vast unknown
That calls its admirer to gaze alone.

When morning dawns to sweep the gloom away
And pull the curtain on the coming day,
The moon gently fades in the hazy blue,
A secret promise that remains so true.

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