Moonlight Sonata
Moonlight Sonata
A mockingbird sings his nocturne,
Silhouetted against a sky of velvet blue,
Welcoming on the garden path
The Lady Claire de Lune
Slipping from behind tall cypress trees,
Her creamy arms draped in shimmering shadows,
Stretching slowly across the garden
To gently bathe the trumpet vines, announcing her return,
In a gleaming signature of glowing white
While moonlights drip from feathery birch leaves
Falling into ivory puddles
Of clearest light,
Splashing across the darkened lawn,
Then sit atop the ivy, tiptoeing up the fence -
Eyes filled with reveries of shooting stars
And other summer skies,
When Midnight enters this quiet refuge,
Returning from the daylight
Dressed in veils of silver blue,
To wait upon this iridescent lady fair,
Who lightly steps across sweet jasmine
Dozing in the flowerbeds,
Walking slowly in silent solitude together
Across the velvet sky -
To wax and wane as lovers living in a serenade
While polar stars spin and sway
To the rhythm of their evensong
Till Midnight and the Lady slip away
Before the world opens drowsy eyes
To catch them in the garden
On another summer night.
Copyright © Sam Kauffman | Year Posted 2020
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