Moonlight Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

Moonlight

When the purple veils of night
Are opened by the wings of angels,
And all of heaven's citadels
Are revealed in diamond-hued light,
The lilies of the bower
Find their splendid, majestic hour
In the umbrage of the vine-clad tower.

And the grasses which sway
Beneath our naked knees
Find refuge in the fallen leaves,
Surrounded by the starlit bay,
And the lapping play of azure seas.

Their billows rise and rove in a splendid array,
Where the rose of the nascent moonlight weaves
Its solemn, scarlet ecstasies.