moonshine

hello, moon

moon atop wispy, glowing clouds

framed by the black, lacey branches

of trees

if it were not for the singing crickets i

would have believed that

time had stopped and

earth was standing still

so i would often have it be when i

think that earth, hurtling round the

sun at break-neck speed, will

one day fling

me off and

i shall drown in the

stream of rushing

time

you look so peaceful, shining brightly

in the sky

i wonder if you ever

get tired of looking at us

i never tire of

gazing at

you

you are safer than the blazing sun

yet fiercer and wilder in your

cold aloofness

framed by dark, lacey branches

you rule regally

o’er the night

the clouds have moved