by Abigael19 Oct 2013
That nightly changes, subtle and bold,
a pale ghost , or a beautiful beacon.
The moon rocks - a vibration of light
twinkles down a stream , floats over
moonstones. The breeze ripples silver
on a waterglass face. On wings of dreams
I fly moonbeams through an indigo sky
Luna steals the landscapes colour
leaves various greys, white and silver.
I gaze long , a sea change to blueshift
Long bony fingers of pine and the owls
hoo to wooo pierce the quiet of night
Dark trees huddle in silhouette as moon
paints highlights. Angel trumpets blow
climb moonflower vines and pampas grass
wafts eerily , in this garden serene.
I watch bemused as several bats write
their signature on this nocturnal scene.