• writenwild 10w

    The Moon's Lullaby

    I am bathed in light,
    A liquid pearl glow,
    An ethereal river,
    A cascade, a flow.

    I look to its source
    The immortal moon,
    Whose strange gentle presence
    Makes the long shadows loom.

    She guides the hands of the thief,
    And lights the path of the killer,
    But me, she turns to, and says,
    "My sweet child, come hither!"

    She cradles me in arms,
    And croons an eerie song
    So strange and serene,
    That I dream before long.

    I dream of untold secrets
    And hidden places
    Before long.

    ©writenwild