A moonrise on a North Dakota Winter Night


The layered light with color caught en-route

To earth—display of hues unnamed except

In wild imaginations of astute

Observers wide awake while others slept.


When human life is lived with eyes half-closed,

When senses aren’t engaged in what is real;

Then what’s inside a person is exposed

An empty place no effort can conceal.


So as the sunset glow turns to twilight,

Souls satisfied with meagre fare inside;

Will miss the crowning glory of the night,

As Luna rises to where she’ll reside.


As moonlight can suggest the sun’s still there,

The hearts exposed to light, His image bear.

Copyright © 2016 by Deone Emineth


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