The Moon
A shaft of silver light shines down,
From a glorious, pearly moon.
It cuts through the cold, damp mist,
But will be gone very soon.
I feel your spirit within the beam,
I feel you here with me.
You fill my heart with comfort,
But I know this cannot be.
Great Phoebus shows her awesome power,
On that dark September night.
She banishes the dark and fear,
And fills all men with light.
And in that light I see your smile,
I see your beautiful face.
How I wish you were still here with me,
Together in this place.
I stand in the light as it bathes me,
I feel its warmth and light.
The beauty of you, the beauty of the moon,
Both leave me in awe and delight.
Copyright © Catriona Elizabeth Mowat 2006
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