Grace and Solitude

Grace and Solitude Peaceful stillness covers me - wide eyes embraced when I see Luna rise up with her pale face, with a humble yet simple grace, That waxes large and then wanes, beckoning to clear windowpanes; Hypnotic awe in harvest light or when blue moons ride starry night - Teasing, changes her April name from pink to fish yet remains the same - With her ever changing shape – crescents thin to full moonscape - Now unfolds a glimmering gown while tip-toeing through a hush a bye town; No fanfare, no rockets to proclaim her silent ascent, dark skies to claim, Blesses silence – clamor sent away; nocturne opened - solitude to pray Swaddled in a silver cape – floating into dreamy escape - Breathing in her unselfish grace in borrowed light from a solar birthplace Cradled in her cradle song – soft midnight murmurs to prolong; A silent whisper – a prelude - to reverent reveries of gratitude; A gentle light - peace to expand – her solitude and grace walk hand in hand.