Love of moonlight
Moonlight soft as down filled pillows
Cool as spring water washing over my face
filtered through the nets of weeping willows
Scattered beams… through prisms of lace
Rays of radiance, round ruffs and edges
Of clouds that scurry, to keep apace
Puddles of buttermilk, on ground and hedges
Moonlight phantasms of lunar grace
moon glow… with halo, aura of gold
Light worshipped by werewolves and covens of witches
Both bane and blessing…in lore of old
Light that has no need of man or of switches
Light that can be reaped from fall’s harvest moon
Light to be enjoyed by moonstruck lover
Light that has music, like a happy… or blue tune
Moon light is unique…quite unlike any other
Moonlight’s a mystery, yet I love it so
Moonlight has the power to charm and delight
while some people scoff, at moon’s golden glow
Others… like me, are swept up at it’s sight
poem by David Whalen
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