MoonbeamsA Poem by lydie
The moon is an ancient sphere,
a circle, the continuous shape of life. It's mysterious and powerful as it waxes or wanes each month. The moon is like a pale, silver lady. Elegant, graceful, strange and temperamental as sometimes she can fill people with fear and hatred, or security and safety. She bathes in a silver glow, looks like a beautiful, strange thing as she swoops in and out of clouds playfully. With her beauty out come the stars, twinkling with laughter, sometimes shooting past joyfully. The moon gives sleep, rest to those who need it. Animals and humans who simply sleep for energy, while others sleep to take a break from the hatred, despair, sadness, and anger of the real world. Their weary bodies lay on a surface, while their ignorant souls drift, drift, drift... When the pretty moon feels especially spiteful and angry, she wanes and curses innocent beings with nightmares. But, the fair lady she is, always calms down, becomes joyful, waxes, and blesses people with no dreams at all, or perfect happy ones. When the moon, the brilliant stars, come out, it usually fills people with a strange sense of happiness, that there are always second chances, and that life must go one.
© 2016 lydieAuthor's Note
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8 Reviews Added on February 11, 2016 Last Updated on February 11, 2016 AuthorlydieMNAboutHello, I am 11 years old and I absolutely love animals! I love ice-cream, Nicktoons TV shows, Animal Planet, I love cooking too. I also love writing (of course)! I mainly write fiction. I also love p.. more..Writing
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