The Moon

Beautiful lady, born of the night
Floating across the full darkened sky
Clothed soft in gossamer, shimm`ring bright
`Neath 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

Reviews

[David Lewis Paget]

Every time I see a poem about the moon, I think of Walter de la Mare and his 'silvery shoon'. Nice poem.