Herald of The Rising Moon
Ever thought of the effect the moon has on mankind? The magic of the twilight hour and the call for rest and sleep. The cool breeze, even in the desert, and the dimmed lights in the home of humanity...
While you are busy with yourself.
Never a sound along the preset way,
Calling to fairies and every little elf.
The 'cool' one creeps out at twilight,
And lights up every path for man;
To make way homeward in the night,
And rest a while amidst kin and clan.
How does she claim upward glance?
How do we know she's there a while?
How do we sense her graceful dance?
How is it that we know her smile?
In the changed breeze she lingers a while,
As the ball of fire blazes across the blue.
She helps the tired feet cover weary mile,
To warm up to earned rest and hot stew.
She's up there every single moment new.
She fades and pales from morn to noon.
Her sight is a blessing for both, me and you,
As we pray for the herald of the rising moon.
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