Moon
The light fades beyond the distance horizon.
Brought down by all things natural and one.
Ever humble darkener of the night
Rises he the brother of the sun.
With head bowed low he peeks up and sees
The grayness that follows the fleeting day.
And once upon the mantle of the ocean
He makes across the starry sky his way.
With light he himself received from his mate
He arcs the heavens on his marble carriage.
And illuminates the stars above the gentle earth
Though many towards his image disparage.
He pays them little attention, little thought.
He carries onward towards the pinnacle point
Where once attained he then descends again
His path is cyclic, none he disappoints.
But it is not in his movement do we find beauty
For he glides effortlessly within the starry night.
It is in the images of we along with all else
That consumes our ever dying sight.
He serves to be the guardian of the dark
Where starless skies make their absence known.
Where he shines upon this misty night
And comforts the farmer who lives alone.
Smiling nights and others ones concealed
Sounds the church bell tower, singing illusion.
The moon makes way at every sound of its bell,
Through both his introduction and conclusion.
Amidst his heavenly walk he gazes at he,
His stilled reflection on the glassy water.
And with neither boastfulness nor pride,
Continues on his journey, never hotter.
And on that glassy plane fishes the man.
All throughout the night for his family’s meal.
And prays a silent pray to this white knight,
That a few fishes he may chance to steal.
Not too far off beyond this man, a cliff.
Overcome with many a vine, and twig and leaf.
Whose form takes start upon a summerhouse,
That whispers a story of love, death and deceit.
And this summer house stands near a crying edge,
Behind it dark and ominous graves
A castle black and menacing, save a single flicker
From its tall tower, a damsel none will save.
Over the mighty spires of this forgotten stone,
Across unaltered courtyards, untouched squares
The moon makes straight for greater towers
Gargantuan peaks and bitter mountain air.
Upon its ascent through pines and other trees
It lights the forest, it makes the shadows dance.
Where tall the thin and lonesome wood skin climbs
Where magic fills the heart that it enchants.
Not far off, two lovers break the line.
They trek for nothing but each other’s presence.
Soft gentle furs keep them warm this night.
And tender singing aid the moon’s ascendance.
And once the moon has made it past the peaks.
A mighty creature pure and white stands tall.
With a horn no diamond, gold, or rock compare.
He guides the moon back towards the world so small.
Still his light illuminates mankind.
There stands two people upon a boat held close.
While lilies pallid blossom in the dark.
Their love’s reflection upon their countenance glows.
Now the bell begins to cry resounding rings.
More and more he supplicates the sound.
The moon adheres no will has he to fight.
His journey ends with him beneath the ground.
The train who once relied upon his light.
Has now the station made his entry.
The gallant elk who stood upon the mantle top
Of snow white a regal defending sentry.
Have both subsided, both have withdrawn.
The moon laments, here plays his cantata.
For he is caught by barren hands of bark.
This is his waltz, his Moonlight Sonata.