The New Moon. Poem by Tony Mushrow

The New Moon.



The New Moon.

The rising new Moon,
gifts us her celestial Light.
A single Candle,
lit by God,
to soften the black cloak of Night.

The owl silver tipped in Flight,
a rabbit dances out of Sight.
The lunar wolf howls a haunting Wail,
the silver ship raises, a silver Sail.

A whale breaks the Surface,
of the moonlit Sea.
To worship this new Deity.

A child at the Window,
Watches the Rise,
and recounts the lords Prayer,
with silver Eyes.

Sunday, March 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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Godfrey Morris 08 March 2015

Great poetry. Delightful

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