Lustrous luminescence hangs high above,
casting down rays of silvery love.
At bay, darkness is kept with its light,
warming the air so frigid at night.
It fights to lead travelers to the path.
And in so doing, incurs night’s wrath.
Yet it continues to fight for good
against the minions of a darkened wood.
All give praise to this marvelous creation
that protects through night’s duration,
but misplaced is their admiration;
the Moon’s unworthy of this elation.
So give it not such celebration,
deserves the Sun true glorification.
I agree.
Les
So beautiful. I love it!~ The relationship between the moon and the sun is one of the most beautiful things in nature, and I believe it is analogus to so many things. This poem is just beautifully put. I love it!!!
The Rambler was one of those mystery writers who came and went, but left a great deal of good work here.
Les
So very poetic