Disenchanted Moon Poem by Thomas Plotz

Shafts of disenchanted moon light, an eerie sight,
Shine so bright,
Slips between the clouds and stars,
Moving in the night sky,

Calming reflections of perfection,
On the river wide,

Seen, in a blueish, black and white,
Of filtered light,
Just right, amount of magic to catch,
My gazing stare,

Hazy mist in the air,
Nebulous and ambiguous, seems unclear and blurred,
The celestial nebular, stars on high,
Shown and heard,

Angels sing from the heavens above,
Trumpeting out words of love,
Passing on messages,
From our darlings' dear,
In order for us, all to hear,
Keeping our hearts close and near,
From our love ones, who lie in wait,
For our safe arrival,
Home…

T. Plotz
Disenchanted Moon
23 FEB 2016