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Silver Moon
by Zondrae King
East Corrimal, NSW

Oh did you see the moon last night? She wore her silver gown,
with stars, as bright as diamonds, set in her celest-yal crown
Her escort lifted up her hem to make her passage fleet.
The Milky Way was like a carpet spread beneath her feet.

A smile was gently beaming, broad across her pallid face.
She walked a never changing path, so constant in her pace.
Her grand procession crossed the sky and moon glow trailed a line
as sprays of spangles marked her way. The image was divine.

Then drawing close around her was a most uncommon sight
that rare and strange phenomena, a rainbow in the night .
I felt it was a privilege for me to linger there
and see its wondrous colours like a ribbon in her hair.

To hide her face from me there came a lace of drifting cloud.
Serenity was not disturbed; she floated on, still proud.
The shadows cleared and once again the light of moonbeams shone.
The gentle breeze had pushed the clouds and quickly they were gone.

A condensate of pearls was formed, strung on a spider's web.
An evening zephyr stirred the trees. The tide began to ebb.
A whispering of ocean foam sang love songs to the shore.
The moonlight sparkled on the sand and peace returned once more.

The haunting call of 'Mopoke' sounded from a hollow tree.
This most familiar I soothing sound was comforting to me.
I felt a warm November breeze caress my weary face
and lay prostrated on a stone within this peaceful place.

As night drew on this spectacle continued 'cross the sky
and I, in sweet surrender, gave a deep contented sigh
The pressure of this busy world returned to me too soon
but I was glad I took the time to watch the silver moon.