Beautiful lady, born of the night
Floating across the ebony sky
Clothed in soft gossamer, shimmering bright
Beneath all your charms, to love and to cry
With threads of silver curled all around
Spreading your hair as moonbeams that fall
Strands of your glory touching the ground
Celestial light, I rise to your call
Heavenly goddess, climbing so high
Waxing and waning, queen of the night
Longing to touch you, I sigh, I sigh
Wonderful vision, ethereal sight
Your wonderful choice of words, are making my love for the Moon grow more and more. Thank you!
Shimmering moonbeams guide me on home. Valerie wrote such an elegant poem. Pirate Girl.
Uh, I think the moon is a man. I've seen pictures! ; -) No, seriously though, this is beautiful. Thank you, Tim
Beautiful description of our nightly wonder in the sky. I love the moon along with the stars that shine so bright. and I seem to favor moon poems most of all. Excellent tribute to its beauty here. Thank you, Val, again and again!
Very lovely, magical poem. I also love poems about the moon. thank you for reviewing mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely magical, enchanting poem! Love the vivid metaphor in your second stanza!