The Rising Moon Poem by Ryan Brodesser

The rising moon means many things, as it floats above the sky

And references many themes

A time when dreams flitter as they fly

Onward to their sleeping hosts on feathered wings with silvery seams


It could be a time for love proclaimed and vows sworn

Beneath the shining gleam

It could announce a time to harvest the golden corn

Or a light, a guidance to a childs dream


The moon is the light, that shines over dark

It is a beacon of hope to quell the endless night

And to guidance by night, sailors hark

And guide by the stars in sight


And yet, the moon is the symbol of evil foul, and lost souls

Evil things that haunt imaginations deep

Things that whisper from places unseen, from crooks, shadows and holes

And give restless, unhealthy sleep


The fall of day, from day to night

Is a truly beautiful song, a blissful melody, a calming tune

Though it can be awful to behold, do not fear the sight

Believe, and bask.. in the sight, of the rising moon.