Dearest Moon
You wakened me this morning with
Your pure eerie light
The sight of which so moved me
At this unearthly hour
Did you mean to disturb my slumber
Was it your intent for heaven sent
Imagination
To be thus wove into these words of praise
Did you raise me from my bed
To pen these words
This song to you
This lazy looney tune
A celebration perhaps
Of your desire
To inspire
For who needs sleep when night time wiles
Bring such a joy of restfulness
Perchance creativeness
This bard doth thank you truly
For the beneficence
Of sleeplessness
This glorious
Moonlit
Morn
About the Creator
Raymond G. Taylor
Author living in Kent, England. Writer of short stories and poems in a wide range of genres, forms and styles. A non-fiction writer for 40+ years. Subjects include art, history, science, business, law, and the human condition.
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Comments (4)
What a lovely ode to the moon! I love how you've turned sleeplessness into something beautiful and creative rather than frustrating.
The magic hour in dark of early morning when all is silence and the glowing moon tugs with its greatest power. Loving ode to lunar light, Ray. It truly captures the magic of that inspiring hour.
Lovely words
This poem really touched my heart — such beautiful and hopeful words