Moonlight & Sol

Lunar light ... Moonlight Serenades ... Light of the Moon

... Tis a shame such does not truly exist ...

Luna is the little sister, basking in the glow

Of her bigger siblings light

Content to showcase the other's accomplishments

As she goes quietly along her own way

Casting but a shadow of an illusion

Moonlight is but a dream

A shade, a shallow reflection

Wan, silvery - shimmering with ethereal beauty it may be

Yet, Luna tis a glassy mirror, reflecting the glory of Sol

To that lonely half of the earth bereft of sunlight

For those hours when our planet turns it's face

That part drifting round, waiting, praying, hoping

For the dawn ... For daybreak... Sunrise, ....

Awaiting a shining crimson glow to break the horizon

Awaiting the sun to rise in power, glory, beauty

For the return of the glorious radiance of the sun

Basking, as does mankind, in the radiant glory of Sol

Whose burning light gifts us with warmth, life

Still ... reflection or no ... moonlight has a power of it's own

Of this there is no doubt

Refracting shimmering hallucinatory images on ocean waves

Turning leaves waving in the breeze a cool silver

Amorphous, illusory.. Yet, a calmer beauty

A beauty not so abrupt

A wan, transitory, beauty brought to life

By the vagabond moon

Whose joy is bringing some light to the dark

Dimmer light fit for lovers to tryst beneath

For owls, crickets, lightning bugs and cicadas to harmonize

As predators prowl

As prey hunkers

As mankind contemplates more calmly his place

Beneath the moonlight

Nonexistant though it may be