Moonshine

We tread light on feet of twinkle toes

Beneath The Long Night's Moon,

Dashing between the falling beams

Of celestial silver blue glare,

Trying not to disturb a sinister satellite

Taunting with threats of madness and drear -

What morbidity orbit above

We must avoid 'til rescue dawn -

Under the night of December's Frost Moon

There's magic in the air,

Attempting to float into our veins

And lead us to the edge.

Awaiting the glimmer of first light -

A rising sun coming with relief -

Our bated breaths of winter's chill

Long for the call of day.

When morning comes to fade the fear

And as weary bodies droop

We'll exalt for minds uncaptured still

As another month rolls over.

Reviews

[DanaRegen]

Very beautiful poem indeed! This was nicely written and I enjoyed reading it, thanks for sharing!
-Dana :)

[B.N.W]

This was wonderful! I had to go back and read it a few times, and was happy to do so, which says quite a lot for your work from the outset. After I let the words sink in I found myself in the midst of a Dionysian celebration of the tremendously fragile lives we lead. Exhaltation in the moonlight, affirmation of humanity by facing unspeakable fear, the reward for confrontation coming as peace...

...I really enjoyed this, thanks

[Voice]

This poem is just beautiful. You had a great tone throughout it which kept me reading. Absolutely stunning�
Voice

[Anita B Jacques]

Great write Gillian from the first stanza to the end. I like the magic it captures, and the relief with the sunlight, God Bless

Annie