Mark Scrivener

Poetry Poems Original Verse

Thursday, July 02, 2015



High in the wide sky
rides the white moon,
gliding over
a world of night silences...

shining pale, white light,
defining the sight in another guise:
not the bright
reality of day sun,
the other side of life.

The other side of life
where shadow hides
a sightless light
and senses' might
seems insubstantial...

where midnight cloud's a wild romance,
and waters sparkle silver
and leaves are colourless and pale
and hills are spectred forms
and ground and tree
seem growing flow's transparency
within the sunless shade-

where sheens a lightless shine and silence seems a sound:
an almost remembered
and distant tune...

white moon,
white moon,

white moon.


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