Lunar Light

Today’s poem from Song of the Pines.

The lunar light in winsome night does gleam,

Its silver rays adorn the evening’s dream,

A gentle breeze from sea’s soft murmur flows,

Yet stirs my heart with melancholy’s throes.

The waves caress the shore with tender sigh,

Their rhythmic song a lullaby gone by,

Each glint of moon upon the water’s face,

Recalls a joy no time can now replace.

Why does such beauty weave a dour lament?

The stars above in silent vigil stand,

Their glow, though fair, cannot my sorrow mend,

For love once held has slipped from longing’s hand.

Yet in this night, where sea and moon entwine,

A quiet strength within my soul does shine,

Though heart grows heavy ‘neath the lunar veil,

I’ll carry forth where hope and memory sail.