The howl of the night <br />Wakes me from my dreams <br />To gaze out the windows <br />At twinkling moonbeams <br />Landing on branches <br />Then disappearing at second glances <br />Like mystic things seen in the east <br />They’re swallowed up by night and beast <br /> <br />Yet on still running streams <br />There is still seen moonbeams <br />Riding on the crest of waves <br />Bobbing like grass in the everglades <br />Until dawn breaks <br />When once more they disappear <br />Never to return at all <br />Until the next moon fall <br /> <br /> <br />(date written unknown)<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moonbeams-5/
