Serious Moonligjt
"The Serious Moonlight"
The serious moonlight glazes the tree leaves,
a frost without warmth, a worn silver plating.
Moonlight’s magic is transformative.
As photographers once dipped blank sheets
of square paper into chemical baths,
and waited patiently for an image
to emerge from the blank whiteness,
so does moonlight bring us a new world
washed in her pale, cold flames.
This silver star tied to a naked branch,
is so much more under the moon’s caress,
than the limp leaf that dangles helplessly
in the breeze, beaten by the brutal sun.
The diseased branches, the sickly arms
of dying trees imploring for help from
a pitiless, blue, and indifferent sky,
become terrible and wicked
when bathed in moonlight.
a frost without warmth, a worn silver plating.
Moonlight’s magic is transformative.
As photographers once dipped blank sheets
of square paper into chemical baths,
and waited patiently for an image
to emerge from the blank whiteness,
so does moonlight bring us a new world
washed in her pale, cold flames.
This silver star tied to a naked branch,
is so much more under the moon’s caress,
than the limp leaf that dangles helplessly
in the breeze, beaten by the brutal sun.
The diseased branches, the sickly arms
of dying trees imploring for help from
a pitiless, blue, and indifferent sky,
become terrible and wicked
when bathed in moonlight.
We make our wishes upon the stars,
but it is the moon who answers.
but it is the moon who answers.