The sun had hidden its shining face
And the sky was a pool of ink
The stars had hung their silvery threads
Upon their midnight case.
The great white moon looked down with a wink
As the little children laid down their heads
And the magic of night was born.
The waves were adorned with a frothy lace
And they danced together, in sync
As the water and moon were wed.
They danced together with a haunting grace
As the minutes passed in a blink
And the hours of night had fled.
And the magic of night was torn.
The moon looked into the watery depths and said he must away
But the water held tight to their link
As words of loves were said.
"Until night comes," declared the moon at the come of day,
"Until tonight," the water cried, as the sky was washed with pink.
And the water sobbed and the moon hid until the day was dead,
And the magic of night was once more.
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Tristful Beauty
PoetryA few pretty poems, painted with moonlight and brushed with midnight tears.
