Moonlight In Late November Poem by Daniel Brick

Moonlight In Late November

Rating: 5.0


for Baharak

Moonlight spreads across the landscape
and covers everything it touches in its path
with shining white - trees and bushes,
streams and ponds, narrow lanes and far fields.
Nothing will resist this unfolding of light.
It is a spirit-force we welcome, because
we are attuned to things high above us.

Moonlight sweeps over the homes housed
in long snow valleys. Inside their shelters
all people sleep the same sleep, but are visited
by different dreams, each one a special gift
of the Moon. Alas, many people forget their
Moon-gift upon awakening, or laugh it out of
their daylight lives. The Moon is forgiving.

There is one among us who needs less sleep
and the Moon grants her the Higher Dream
that contains the seeds of all the others.
She is the guardian of it through the patient
night. She lies or sits still in a lucid dream
whose radiance envelops her. Her mind is focussed
on inner currents carrying both seeds and dreams.

I am only a witness who watches her, withdrawn
in the daylight, active in the night, bend
the dark to serve human needs and make Moonlight
lavish her splendor over our incomplete lives.
In another age she would be crowned the Queen
and raised to a throne. But our guardian is content
to be a dreamer among dreamers and share the Moon's bounty

with all who love Moonlight and cherish the dream.

Thursday, November 30, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fantasy,wisdom
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bernard F. Asuncion 30 November 2017

Such a heartwarming write, Daniel... a perfect 10👍👍👍

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Nosheen Irfan 11 December 2017

The beauty of the moonlit night captured vividly n artistically. Who wouldn't want to take a walk in this moon-filled night? You have set the tone for dreaming. Nothing will resist this unfolding of light. We all are drawn to the energy of moon unintentionally. A quiet force, thousands of miles away, yet reaching out to us n awakening dreams n fantasies. A big 10.

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Galina Italyanskaya 07 December 2017

I've found this on the Internet: Baharak is also a female name in Persian language which translates to little spring (implying youth) . It's a lovely poem, touching my heart. A dreamer among dreamers - how many of them are there in our world?

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Savita Tyagi 03 December 2017

But our guardian is content to be a dreamer among dreamer. I will remember those lines as effect of moonlight. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 30 November 2017

Moonlight covers everything it touches in its path. Moon's bounty and beauty motivate dreamers brilliantly and powerfully. Moon grants higher dreams. Moon carries calmness. A nice imagery of Late November is beautifully expressed in this excellent poem with wisdom and fantasy.10

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Bill Cantrell 30 November 2017

A wonderful poem as usual Daniel, the moon is forgiving when it's soft light conceals our flaws, great poetry my friend!

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