As I gaze at the sky on a starry night,
Once the sun has relinquished its power and might-
A gentle light from the eastern sky
Catches my eye to my great delight.
With light so pure - a ‘maiden’ chaste
Glides across the sky in grace.
I cannot help but hold my gaze
At the beauty of her radiant face.
The stars dim out as homage they pay
To this celestial beauty as she makes her way
To smile on earthlings, though far away
From her distant home in the Milky Way.
Joy she brings wherever she roams
And turns into silver all she beholds.
Through wisps of cloud she peeps to glow
Ripples of silver on the sea and the shore .
Her silver beams make lilies bloom,
As lovers swoon and minstrels croon.
Enraptures all with ‘Clair de lune’,
And sublime ‘Sail along Silvery Moon’.
An artist’s dream, a poet’s delight,
Her mystic charm can’t be analyzed-
Nor words describe her elegant style,
She reigns supreme - the queen of the night.
"This is dedicated to Nihal Amerasekera my friend whose fine literary flair I have long enjoyed, and at whose insistence I have written this poem to submit to the blog"