magical..moon

I walk alone in the dark..
weary, cold, alone..
when hovering above the lattice of winter trees
the moon beams down at me


silvery, cheering and radiant
behind the roofs and between the trees..
like an obedient child
walking quietly beside me


Not full, not half, face tilted
as if teasing and hiding
the stream rippling gently beside
reflecting the silvery light

well, I'm almost home; I look up bidding good bye
hours later I catch another glimpse
outside the white lacy drapes
the moon still smiling as my eyelids droop