The moon has many faces that reflect the places we see ourselves. The moon is over everyone. The moon is the one light everyone can share - at night.
And ways to walk the sky
To shine on hidden places
Where dreamland shadows fly
The moon that hides behind the thorn
And mystifies the midnight plain
Lights echoes where sleep is torn
To shreds by lancing lines of rain
The moon that creeps the forest
Where the silent hunters lay
To keep the ways they know the best
Before the light of day
The moon of running feet
Through village in the dark
The place to hide and meet
As murder makes its mark
The moon so cold with sudden fear
Of children's' empty song
A mother weeps a bitter tear
Where joy does not belong
The moon of sailing sea
Water rippled flare of light
Where albatross is free
To glide the wind of night
The moon that calls the hare
To box the rite of spring
Where deer and rabbit share
What finished winter brings
The moon where lovers kiss
The trees in shades of grey
Listen to their fumbled bliss
And the secret words they say
The moon has many ways
To know the earth at night
To counter weight the days
With dreams of silent light
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 477 times
Written on 2012-03-28 at 01:54
Save as a bookmark (requires login)
Write a comment (requires login)
Send as email (requires login)
Print text
This Moon
This moon has many facesAnd ways to walk the sky
To shine on hidden places
Where dreamland shadows fly
The moon that hides behind the thorn
And mystifies the midnight plain
Lights echoes where sleep is torn
To shreds by lancing lines of rain
The moon that creeps the forest
Where the silent hunters lay
To keep the ways they know the best
Before the light of day
The moon of running feet
Through village in the dark
The place to hide and meet
As murder makes its mark
The moon so cold with sudden fear
Of children's' empty song
A mother weeps a bitter tear
Where joy does not belong
The moon of sailing sea
Water rippled flare of light
Where albatross is free
To glide the wind of night
The moon that calls the hare
To box the rite of spring
Where deer and rabbit share
What finished winter brings
The moon where lovers kiss
The trees in shades of grey
Listen to their fumbled bliss
And the secret words they say
The moon has many ways
To know the earth at night
To counter weight the days
With dreams of silent light
Poetry by Adrian Wood
Read 477 times
Written on 2012-03-28 at 01:54
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
|
Nils Teodor |
