Moonlight

Posted on 28/9/2006 at 11:41 PM in Poetry - Post Comment

MOONLIGHT

Last night there was a play,

The greatest ever seen.

The first act

Was on the horizon.

A delicate, faintly yellow glow

Taunting the clouds to play.

The ridge of trees

That made the horizon

Were silhouetted

In the cold, gold glow.

She rose so gracefully,

Playfully. So fast!

Cold black clouds

Fat with bitter rain

Moved to send her back.

But she rose anyway,

In utter glory.

The second act

Was just above the horizon.

This glowing orb,

Fought for the game,

Playing tag with enemy cloud,

The sky black

Without a star

In dazzling competition.

Her cold gold

Edging all the players,

Forever changing

As they rose toward the heavens

With steely grace and pride.

Breaking free,

She would again

Rise to embrace the black cloud.

The final act

All passion spent,

All hast at last was gone,

Her glory quiet,

Her battle won,

She walked in all her beauty

Accross a sky of victory.

Swollen clouds below

Still waiting for her fall.

Ages have watched this nightly clash

All myth and legend obvious.

This feminine, eternal Goddess

Still blesses night with light.

This night, this sky,

Is her domain.

12.10.03

Prize won for this poem September 2006 http://www.silverpeers.com/silverpoets_5.html