Staring at the waning moon,
Still somewhat orange from a harvest due,
A sleepy eye glaring down,
At the forests, trees, and towns.
The stars twinkle, the trees sigh,
As a breeze blows on by,
The fields swirl like an ocean,
Wonder what doors they'll open?
Hope can be found in the night,
Even if something's not quite right,
Look over everything to see,
In the moonlight's majesty.
Unsure hearts can't falter now,
With the pure light through the clouds,
The confusion can disappear,
All my thoughts are now so clear.
The Moonlight NightA night out.
By Jon Zimmerman