Poetry_glimpse

To Catch a Glimpse of the Moon

Winter moon on a foggy gray night
In the Arctic Circle
where the night is never dark.

It was near Solstice in the eve
When my eyes cast a glance
Out the glass,
To catch a glimpse
of the lesser light
That rules the white, black night.

I was disapointed to see
she hid her face
in a hazy veil

to become only a blur in the sky,
to hide the glory of her beautiful face,
to hold her mystery from the human race.

I turned my head to sigh and behind my back
the clouds moved by to reveal her naked eye
in the sky as she smiled in the hazy veil of night.