The Full Cold Moon Poem by Micron Jan

The full cold moon drifts in silver haze,
A ghostly eye that scans the maze.
Its light spills strange on hill and stream,
And bends the edges of the dream.

Through hollow skies its whispers slide,
Where shadowed creatures dare not hide.
It stirs the stones, it calls the air,
And threads the world with secret care.

Rivers shimmer with a spectral gleam,
As if the night itself would dream.
Time sways softly in its glow,
And unseen realms begin to show.

So watch the moon, both fierce and wise,
Its frozen gaze unbinds the skies.
A silent lord of night's unknown,
Its magic hums in bone and stone.