Light reaches slender fingers to the ground
Slipping across the rough surface,
Sliding down the sides of buildings.
Shadows move, ghostly dances
In her silvery light.
Glistening across the still water
Light spreads over the dew dusted grass,
Rippling as the trees sway in the wind.
White light dances over dark windows
Giving life to sad shadows...
Her moonlight brings the night to life,
Illuminating woods, bringing
Light to the dark...
Protecting and guiding weary wanderers
With her pale gaze.
Wow...I haven't posted here for awhile. Definitely time I do something about that!
Here is a poem I started working out a while ago...it's not finished...but I'm stuck, so for now, this is the whole poem. I tried to personify the moon...I'm not sure it comes across very well. Anyway, I hope you at least find it interesting.