THE MISTY MOON
The misty moon did not cast shadows
Upon the peaceful slumbering earth,
It sailed along its allotted nightly course
Still striving to give light with all its worth.

Misty ethereal light filtered through the clouds
That marred the beauty of the moon's face,
Yet in some mysterious way, lent gentleness
To its form, and so added a touch of grace.

The clouds seemed to want to hide the light
From the earth's dark, dismal domain,
Those on earth would see some magic beauty
If they glanced upward, just before the rain.

I am glad I saw the misty moon sail across the sky
As it glided in half hidden grace along her way,
It was like a glimmer of hope, a taste of faith,
That misty moon I saw at the end of a lovely day.

M Ann Margetson March 2 1999 ©


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