Glorious Moon, I Commend Thee
’Tis when the moon shines high,
a luminescent pale orb ascending,
its slow arc the keeping of the night secure,
as if its pallid light to cure
all ills beneath its mighty reign;
I love its glow, its ghostly countenance,
as if an eye of cosmic omniscience,
overseeing human pain and discontent,
its whispers soft and compelling,
serenity in settling our doubts and fears, laments.
And lovers peer into its radiant full smile,
as its light a love sweet blessing,
and all the while give hearts reason
to surrender below its soothing caress,
to profess those feelings deep;
and as romance blooms and lovers croon,
all life in its shadows made do swoon,
to rest in peaceful abandon,
its rays sublime and in comfort afford sleep,
vivid dreams to reap before the day.
‘Tis that moon that keeps me awake,
I in wonder, below its sweet face,
and the soft glow upon my room,
is a realm I do so love, as night
in glittering array consumes the sky;
never will I tire of its nightly parade,
its slow gently arc like time decaying,
to at end relinquish night,
the dawn a majesty,
the sight of which warms the heart.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Such mastery of words in a lovely verse. Well done, Tony.
Thanks Phyllis, glad you enjoyed it; have always had a fascination with the moon. Cheers!