An Ode To The Moon, Night, And Forested Areas Poem by Christopher R. Kennedy

Amethyst eyes of petrified light
Shine through the silky darkness like
A flashlight through a bedsheet
Moon beams lick the sky where purple cloud
Drifts along the blackness like ice burgs
The silver orb itself, smiling wistfully,
Gazes over this forested abyss
The trees chant prayers in ancient languages
And the wind lets out a low whistle
Furry beasts with claws and arching fangs
Flit through the cracks in the trees like lightning
Owls call out in their nocturnal
Office buildings which reside in the trees
The night presses you between its icy palms
Your laughter has nowhere to float to.