Livid Moon

The following is a poem I wrote about the moon. Every time I look up into the night sky and see the moon, I get a tingle down my spine. I could stare at the moon for hours, especially when the sunset reflects red and orange shades onto its surface, giving it an amber glow. Sometimes I feel like I have a special, spiritual connection with the moon, and the following poem is my attempt to capture this connection in writing.

Livid Moon

That ephemeral beauty on a chosen night

Lighting Earth with a purer light than found in day

Blacking out, blinding out envious stars, vain sprites

Bless those souls who dare kneel in wondrous awe and pray

Lighting Earth with a purer light than found in day

Creeping from behind the dark illusion of time

Bless those souls who dare kneel in wondrous awe and pray

Watch it grow and gain weight, screaming, white beams align

Creeping from behind the dark illusion of time

The last silver sphere on a sinister black wall

Watch it grow and gain weight, screaming white beams align

Breathing fire captured from the day onto the pall

The last silver sphere on a sinister black wall

The final white flame in a heart devoid of light

Breathing fire captured from the day onto the pall

That ephemeral beauty on a chosen night