Moonlight Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Moonlight’s invasive as keyhole surgery
It slips into chinks and crannies
It is needed and sinister
Ultimately healing

No moonlight - no lovers - no dreams
No moonlight - no precious sleep
Mending the frets and worries of the day

All night its creamy lamp
Illumines the navy blues
Deep purples and browns of dark

It is the friend of owl and wolf
Of the restless wave-tossed ships

It lights the way above for the rising dead