Silvery streams of quiet light fall softly upon the vale
As midnight treds on starlit paths and the moon is cold and pale
Gazing down on shadowed court and stony walks of man
Sighing for the moor and tree which lie in human hand
Shine on she must, shine on she shall, though pain grips at her soul
For death and bane descends on earth, destruction takes its toll
Yet in the mist of human strife, amidst the waves of sin
A hope is kindled, flame renewed, where silver streams have been
One lone lady striding forth through glen and cot and tree
A tear falls down her lily cheek, a broken silent plea
She bends to lift a fallen limb to find a shattered heart
And sees the blow that man has made to tear their world apart
To her knees the maiden falls as echoes fill her mind
Terrored scream and hallowed sigh, the warcry of mankind
And silvery streams of quiet light fall softly on the maiden
As midnight treds on darkened paths, her heart is heavy laden
Her Mother's body raped and burned, her heart hears whispered moans
As humankind destroys the land and pale moon looks on
Emerald hills and golden shores and waves of pearly foam
They take what e're their greed can hold, she sees it all as home
'Take it, take it, never give' their cruel smiles cut her
'Slash it, burn it, take it all' and she cannot deter
One lone lady listens still to tree and wind and fey
A tear drifts down her ashen cheek, as down her head she lay
Her ear is pressed to Mother's sod, she hears the stifled cry
As poison flows through Mother's veins and torment fills the sky
What can she do, this one lone maid, who sees the earth in pain
Remembers yet her Mother's face, the voice of wind and rain
Upwards to the moon she turns, Grandmother gazing down
Reads her heart and hears her soul and sets her starry crown
Years shall pass and wax and wane and yet she walks the earth
One lone lady, broken still, sees no peace nor mirth
And silver streams of quiet light fall softly on the vale
As midnight treds on starlit paths, the moon is cold and pale
Author notes
The moon is such an inspiration and guiding light, for those who wish to see...
A contest entry
- Magic in the Silver Moon by Lone Defender.
500 points, ended May 19, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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The endless taking is raw and bold here...
You narrate destruction and then breathe
soft suffering into it. "For those who wish to see"
though those wishes are rare it seems.
Thank-you for trying to gift light to a world in need.
Blue


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Thank you, thank you all. Your comments are wonderful and encouraging. Blessings on you all. :-)
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Very, very beautiful...held me until the very end.

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My Sister...nothing I can write...nothing can express how this poem touched my spirit and soul. I have missed your words...this rare beautiful gift you have been blessed with. No one writes with the magic you do. I am always amazed at the wonder I find inside each of your poems...just sheer beauty, blessed be!

Az

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Neat! So nice to see a poem by you. It's been too long. I love how it tells a story and your description is so vivid.
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