November 1, 2009

The Moon, Night

The Moon is bright,
Above my eyes.
A crisp white disk,
In velvet skies.

The light it shines,
A night time sign.
A mystical light,
From ancient times.

Night time creatures,
Come out to play.
To have their life,
And live their day.

The night owl thrives,
In this night hour.
Finds their strength,
And mental power.


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