I can see the moon, full and beautiful, shining in the dark sky as night gives way to morning. The clouds drift over it, giving glimpses, making it look even more mysterious.
Many writers have been inspired by the moon. Here are a couple of lovely poems.
I see the moon,
The moon sees me
God bless the moon,
And God bless me.
-A nursery rhyme
Silver
Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
- Walter de la Mare
