Angel Of The Moon - Poem by Casey Jarrell
On the night when the moon shines bright,
an angel is singing and igniting my soul.
Her wings flowing wide are shining a brilliant white,
and the ripples in the water the moon's warming light.
One moment her voice would rise,
and then the moon reflects within her bright blue eyes.
She would even dance across the lake with the water reflecting the midnight sky.
As time passes by, the moon would set.
The angel will now fly home until the next time the moon is shining a brilliant light.
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