THE MOON
by John Yeo
The mystique and the magic of moonlight,
The light that lights the night sky.
In the days before artificial lighting
Brought magic in the shadows, hid from the eye.
The moonlight was a time for cold care,
Reputedly a time of deep despair.
When the lunar eclipse of the senses
Drew a blanket of sadness in the cold dark sky.
Yet the moonlight has inspired poets
Storytellers, with songs waxing clear
Of nocturnal creatures, faeries and elves,
Wizards and witches casting deep moonlight spells.
Lovers make love by the light of the moon,
With the eyes of the moon as a witness,
Then sunrise in the East heralds a brand new day
Chasing moonbeams, the shadows, the magic away.
Madame Zelda, the gypsy says of the moon,
Four quarters of the cycle make a whole new life.
Love, relationships, birth and death,
All are foretold, written in the starry, moonlit sky.
Copyright ©~Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved.
by John Yeo
The mystique and the magic of moonlight,
The light that lights the night sky.
In the days before artificial lighting
Brought magic in the shadows, hid from the eye.
The moonlight was a time for cold care,
Reputedly a time of deep despair.
When the lunar eclipse of the senses
Drew a blanket of sadness in the cold dark sky.
Yet the moonlight has inspired poets
Storytellers, with songs waxing clear
Of nocturnal creatures, faeries and elves,
Wizards and witches casting deep moonlight spells.
Lovers make love by the light of the moon,
With the eyes of the moon as a witness,
Then sunrise in the East heralds a brand new day
Chasing moonbeams, the shadows, the magic away.
Madame Zelda, the gypsy says of the moon,
Four quarters of the cycle make a whole new life.
Love, relationships, birth and death,
All are foretold, written in the starry, moonlit sky.
Copyright ©~Written by John Yeo~All rights reserved.
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