I can see your face in the silver light,
So majestic, so ethereal appearance you have!
Your light touch feels like a warm summer breeze over the sea at night, spreading love and mystery.
From the mist and clouds surrounding you, I could hear ripples of oceans unfolding beneath you, restless sparkling waves whistling the depth song of mermaids.
It was foreshadowing broken, bloody hearts and silence and loneliness.
Old wolves howl from the far shore to accompany your wild and gracious rise when conquering the oceans.
And you bring the stillness, the tomb silence over them all.
The peace environs the restless deep waters;
Even the wind stops, not wanting to disturb your facial reflection on the sea’s icy surface. Everyone stares and admires your grace, waiting for you to cast your spell upon them all. It’s like living in a mirage. Mirage of the moon, under the moon spell.
This poem was written by Mihaela Stancu and had all rights reserved.
(© Mihaela Stancu, published May 2020)