Sunday, 4 May 2008
The Glowing Moon, Art and Poetry
In my room late at night
I see the moon's fated light
Its whole face was in a mirror
Not a trace of it was blurred
There a oneness I did behold
To see wonder there unfold
For light I know must travel straight
But can this be just the hands of fate
For my eyes, Sun, Moon and Earth
Must line up for this to give birth.
Is there more than light at play
In the realms of night and day
Could the atoms come together?
And at one time be so clever
Without the rhyme of light
Within the mind of sight.