Beware of pale moonlight, it takes no note.
White rays lull common-sense to deepest sleep.
Its ever constant magic is potent,
Changing lines of love to lust repeatedly.
Both give strong and similar sensation,
So the mind forgets to ask why and what
Is the truth of moonlight fascination.
Choice is lost when lips meet and blood runs hot.
Heart can foolishly lose control, and then
Disclaim the moon has mislead yet again.
Such a lyrical little poem with a subject that has tempted poets for thousands of years. Your final couplet is particularly eloquent. You have a natural and most attractive 'way' with words. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Poets all over the world, of all languages praised Moon/moon light as an impeller of love. A very beautiful poem. Great imagery
Its that lusty moon that is to blame moonbeams drive a man insane well, that and a curvy sort of girl round whose fingers i would curl
Beautiful, exact and lovely formulation of ' Foolish Heart'...10...for this dear Fay.. Tsira
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yep - It's all that mystical moon's fault ; -) Ah Fay this was a wonderfully good to get one thinking write....