Lunar Ecstacy

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The silver softness of the elegant moon

Descends, glowing, through the window of my room. 

Gentle light, diffuse, catching everything,

But so clear and bright that it makes my blood sing.

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Something about this reflected, solar light

Reveals more of the real world that the sun's might,

And the eerie dull whiteness of its silver shades,

Highlights strange shadows which the  sun's brightness fades.

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The wan light so weirdly serene and clear

Removes from the deep blackness of night all my fear,

Even so, in its perfect stillness I feel

An echoing delight which makes my heart reel.

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The soft gentle glow of the glorious moon

Fills my poor heart as it falls into my room.

In the world there are things I can only sense

When the moonlight strokes the earth with tenderness.