Moonlight Sonata Poem by Mona Lisa Aspiras

The moon rises slowly
over the ocean sea.
It casts shimmering lights
over the blackness of the night ocean.
Twinkles of silver run to and fro,
riding the waves with bouncy merriment.
What fascination, what beauty -
my soul proclaims.

God's creation, the moon hanging still,
in the dark sky, reflecting off
mirror-like, silvery cobweb lights.
Like a queen on her throne,
she displays her beauty and effect over
her reign, the sea.

Lovers and lonely hearts alike,
are transfixed by the moon's magical
powers, drawing them ever so subtly,
yet magnetically, to her.
Lovers, in delight, share a kiss.
Lonely hearts, in hope, pray to
meet their significant other.

And the moon?
Who knows if the moon sees or listens.
She is a testament, alibi, and witness
to their desires and prayers,
silently overseeing the
rest of God's creation.