The moon shines bright on this clear spring night,
It fills me with peace, sometimes with fright
To wander beyond its beauty and grace,
And lose yourself, without a trace.
Would anyone care, or look for you?
Maybe not - then again they might,
Their eyes may search deep in the dark,
They'd call for you, they'd hold a light.
Would you walk toward - or turn away
Or wait to smile another day?
If the light cast bright its warmth to you
I ask you friend, what would you do?
Moonlight shines upon the trees whose leaves again unfurl,
Their softness with a velvet feel, their beauty yet untouched,
They speak to me and whisper low of smiles that yet will be,
But they also hold their arms above, they let me just be me.
What do you feel when the moon shines whole
So round, so pale, so white?
Does it bring a smile to a sadden face,
Or fill you full of fright?
For me it casts a glow so warm upon my face so still,
I lay upon its circled edge, it holds me as it turns,
It will carry me through darkened nights as birds sit still, and sleep,
When morning comes it smiles at me, then holds its face to weep.
Rusty Blackwood
Copyright 2002-09.
~ I wrote this poem on a late spring evening in 2002.
Twilight is my favourite time of day. I find it soothing
as the subtle purples and deepening pinks give way to
nightime indigo. It is then all is still. Everything sleeps.
All is at peace. ~ R.B.
