Mother of the Night
The moon watches over us
Like a Mother of the Night.
She sees through the darkness
With her soft and silvery light.
She peeks in on each one of us
And watches as we dream,
Gently placing kisses
With every new moonbeam.
She covers us with shadows
As she tiptoes 'cross the sky.
She checks on all her children
As she slowly passes by.
©Charles Ghigna
12 comments:
Maybe the moon is the mother of the night, but in my opinion, Orion is the superhero who keeps me safe from late summer through early winter on my pre-dawn walks...lovely poem.
Thanks, Mary Lee!
Yes, I like Orion, too!
Here's my little poem
that appears in A FURY OF MOTION
from Boyds Mills Press:
Orion
August night,
and the stars
gather
like moths
around
the rising
lantern
of moon.
Ah, the moon, font of so much inspiration. Lovely poem! And hearing Orion always makes me giggle a little -- back in my theater days I played Bunny in Guare's HOUSE OF BLUE LEAVES, and had the line "There's Orion, the Irish constellation!" :)
Lovely and evocative, Charles. The moon is so mysterious and beautiful.
Another new way to think about the moon. I'll be thinking of your poem tonight.
When the moon was bright & shining in the window, I always told my children it was their own personal nightlight. Your lines are lovely, Charles & remind me of that time. "She peeks in on each one of us
And watches as we dream".
Ah, just lovely and wistful and comforting...
Another wonderful pairing of poem and painting.
Moons and poetry. Don't you think that they go together so well? I don't know why, but there's something wonderful about having the moon like a mother in the night.
Pretty and comforting poem!
Thank you!
How lucky is he whose friends are poets!
May the moon glow upon you all!
Lovely!
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