I Sit Beneath The Moonlight Poem by Phil Soar

I traced a pattern right across the sky
Like a dot-to-dot from star to star I etched away
No-one who saw me ever asked me why
I look forward to it every single day

To sit beneath the moonlight, with a mind all of my own
And sketch on pad and paper, during twilight
I realise that I prefer to spend my night alone
With nothing in my way to block my eyesight

Heavenly bodies shed their glow, and wait for me up there
On cloudless nights, they don't seem all that far
And when the clouds restrict the view, I really couldn't care
For in my mind I know just where they are