Poem: Moon Gazing

Beneath the canvas of the midnight sky,
Where stars are born and dreams can fly,
We find ourselves in silent awe,
As moonlight casts its gentle draw.

With eyes upturned, we seek the sight,
Of Luna’s orb, so pure and bright,
In quiet reverence, hearts take flight,
Lost in the magic of the lunar light.

In moonlit fields, we find our rest,
A sacred pause, a tranquil nest,
As whispers weave through nature’s crest,
In moonbeams, we feel truly blessed.

Each crater tells a tale untold,
Of ancient wonders, mysteries old,
In moon gazing, our souls unfold,
In timeless rapture, our spirits enfold.

With each glance, a bond we form,
With the cosmos, in silent storm,
In moon gazing, we find the norm,
A connection that’s forever warm.

So let us linger in this trance,
In the moon’s soft, celestial dance,
For in its glow, we find romance,
And in its light, we find our chance.

Thank-you for reading.

Much Love and light,

Brenda Marir