The Moon and Her Children

Full in bounty the Moon and her children take to the night,

Richly expressing the joy of a new day, they sing.

Twinkling lights are so far away, slowly lose sound.

Their chimes can now only be heard in our thoughts,

As we watch the dance in admiration.

We stretch back on blankets to star gaze.

The ling-long- ding-dong of lights play.

The eyes refract their beauty.

twinkling all the next day.

the shy Moon now veiled.

So deftly hid.

With daybreak,

the last,

ping.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

much like relationships....I have had long distance ones where we enjoyed love under the moon and stars but in the end the distance, saw our love blinking, then the light extinguised.
Far away is not such a good recipe to wake up at daybreak, still holding each other in dreams.
j.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes dreams can be wonderful but they are no replacement for the real thing.

[Cherrie Palmer]

Should the last word be light or ding?

[jacob erin-cilberto]

ding has more impact and is sort of unexpected...
"light" would make it like too many other endings.
j.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

It must be done. I heard it ding. I like the way the lines break done into shorter, smaller thoughts to the break of day. Nicely done.

[Cherrie Palmer]

My mind darted around looking for the right sounds and I decided simpler is always better.
I'm so glad you got to watch the 🌟 with me