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Crystal Moon
Hannah Inglis |
Under the moons eye,
Walking in its path,
In the shadow of the night.
It glistens half crescent, far beyond the trees,
And shines on every hamlet, dale and valley,
Its glow softly fills the night.
The stars blink in their cosy caverns,
And nestle like birds at dawn.
We settle in its crevices,
Curled up in the nights blankets,
Snug amongst the stars.
Glistening like a snow globe,
Leaves tumbling down.
A globe of bright glistening sequins, moving in the light.
The black night glowing with fireflies,
Sparkling in the darkness.
The moon shining in the dark,
A peephole to glimpse through,
Like a notch in the ocean,
A pinhole in the night.
I gaze intrigued,
Entangled in its richness,
Entranced by its wonders,
And enticed by its allure.
I feel softly surrounded by its blankets,
The blankets of the night. | | |
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