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.

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