Into the field I walk at night <br />To pick a single blade of grass, <br />And under the eyes of a thousand stars <br />I look to the moon and ask, <br />What relevance has this <br />This slender length of green, <br />Is simplicity it's strength <br />Or are things more complex than they seem? <br />The moon of course cannot reply <br />She long lost her ways of speech, <br />She just gazes silent over the green <br />That does the horizon reach. <br />I trace her glance to where land meets night <br />And see there grows a tree, <br />A soldier guarding lone and tall, <br />What relevance has He? <br />Beneath the tree there sits a girl, <br />So very delicate and fair <br />And her eyes glow bright as her fingers dance <br />In her waves of silver hair. <br />As I near I hear her songs <br />Of light and worlds devine, <br />Of days of Old and legends <br />With meanings deep entwined. <br />She must have heard my footfalls, <br />For her song does quickly fade, <br />And she vanishes in a heartbeat <br />That moves not a single grassy blade. <br />Yet before I lost that silver girl <br />I caught a few words that she sang, <br />They were secret whispers of the moon <br />And now in my ears they rang. <br />So I gazed above to the moonlight glow, <br />The pearly beacon of the sky, <br />And I asked myself what the moon had told <br />What relevance have I? <br /> <br />(c) Copyright - 7.12pm Thursday 14th August 2008<br /><br />Amy J Richardson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/secret-whispers-of-the-moon/
