Poem: Breathless Beneath the Moon

Beneath the moon, so pale and bright,
I stand alone in endless night,
A quiet hush, the world asleep,
While shadows in the silence creep.

The air is thick, a gentle strain,
As whispers fall like summer rain,
The stars, they burn in distant streams,
A symphony of silver beams.

My heart, it races, wild and free,
Caught in the pull of mystery,
For in this glow, this sacred space,
I feel the moon’s ethereal grace.

The night is soft, a velvet sweep,
It stirs the dreams I dare to keep,
And in the cool of evening’s sigh,
I breathe, I shiver, and I fly.

Breathless, caught in endless sway,
I lose myself, and drift away,
For in the moon’s enchanting light,
I find the world, and lose the fight.

The pulse of life, a fleeting sound,
Is buried deep beneath the ground,
And in this breathless, timeless glow,
I’m free to be, to fall, to know.