The moon shines over Her domain,
Her soft lullaby whispers in the night
Enchanting those who dream,
Deeper into Her song.
Basked in Her silver light,
The world is at peace.
Under Her guard,
The dreamers may dream.
As the Sun rises,
Her moonsong fades.
The sweet falsetto
That will crescendo once again.
©2015 An Offbeat Bluestocking
Inspired by the prompt and picture, I wanted to personify the moon as a guardian goddess of the night who protects all who are sleeping and letting them have sweet dreams. In a perfect world, all would be peaceful, especially when it is time for sleep. I hope this was able to deflect from the harsh reality we face now. Thank you for reading.
Writing 101, Poetry: Day 3: Sleep
Sleep: a world where our thoughts rule.
A place where reality is overshadowed by dreams.
A time when we transport our soul from the real world to the virtual.
For some, the hours we spend asleep, alone and in peace, are the best of the entire day; for others, whether haunted by nightmares or unable to fall asleep in the first place, not so much.
Thank you to Rohit Pandey for this prompt!
[Image via Alexandra F]