Under the Moonlight (2011)
By Jodie Stewart
I will not lie and pretend this is a silent night,
For fight the moons brightness shines through the dark of night.
The blackened sky is speckled with few stars, here and there,
Masking the beauty of the daylight, heavens not willing to share.
It shines so effortlessly through the fog, a halo unbroken
A tale of its own pure and wonder, for now, remains unspoken.
A whisper softly through the trees shivers through the world,
A story: not for the ears of those who cannot simply tell.
It is what it is, for what’s done is done; yet nothing remains in stone.
The beauty through the blackened sky is one of a kind to show.
Constantly changing, imitating, conditioning and a simply yearn,
To illustrate the beauty of what’s inside, two words: desires turn.
Give thanks to the courage and grace, inspiration merely more,
A dance step and little turn, an old dress weary and torn.
It's repetition, again and again, spinning round and sound,
Hurry, hide and close your eyes the daylights coming round.
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