Moon's Magic Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

-MOON'S MAGIC-
by Miss Caroline

The Moon hanging high in the darkness
Softly light comes filtering down,
Stars scattered o'er the horizon
Lying there, as diamonds in a crown.

Each moonbeam kissing Earth's senses
Traveling silently across the night sky,
Spanning the Earth in it's darkness
Renewance of Earth in God's eye.

With all of Life's enhancement,
It plays the music of the night
Of the chirping and crackling and rippling
From all things out of our sight.

Enhancement of shapes and of shadows
In perspective of those who will see,
Dipping and swirling and dancing
All through the darkness with glee.

And there in the mist of the morning
The magic of the Moon seems to wane,
As Earth gives up her darkness
To the glory of the Sun, not in vain.

Be of Heart, for returning is forecast
As the silence of the night does decend
And the Moon's magic once again enchanting
For it's magic will last to the end.

Author: Carolyn Ford Witt (Ms. Caroline)
©2011