Mona Lisa Smile

You brighten the night with your Mona Lisa smile

dawdling through the heavens from east to west

In an ocean of twinkling darkness you appear as an isle

A brilliant reflection of light massaged and caressed.

Your image repeated on dark lakes and ponds

Late night loons giggle at your wavy image

Wolves howling mournfully both near and beyond

from lakeside shores and distant high ridge

Draped in white light the forest’s mood serene

Perhaps the quiet side of rapture revealed

The purpose of which can hardly be foreseen

The mystery of night always and forever concealed

Basking in your glory it is ours to understand

the size of the universe, the vastness of it all

the distance of nothing, the emptiness spanned

ancient memories lost without any trace or recall

Gracefully without warning you slip into dawn

your memory left behind but beautiful hopes remain

Your end is without fanfare; as mute as a swan

For another lap of the earth we await your refrain

Goodbye, Mona Lisa with your quiet smile

So long to sweet dreams blinded by inky night

Adios brilliant moon we’ll see you in a while

Sayonara eventide illumination until the next lunar light

Written for in April of 2015

  • Montucky

    Well written! By coincidence a half hour before I read this I was out admiring the moon here in a clear blue sky as evening approaches.

  • Wild_Bill

    Thank you! The moon gives me pause, a necessary distraction from all going on in the world that I’d rather forget.

  • Ratty

    Great stuff. I once had a long dream where I looked up and saw the Moon after several cloudy nights. I remember thinking that the Moon at that time was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. After that dream whenever I’m out at night I always look for the Moon.

  • Wild_Bill

    I’d say that dream was likely prophetic Ratty! Ever wonder why you had that particular dream?

  • Teresa Evangeline

    I will forever be in awe of the realization that everyone on this planet looks at the same moon, and every person who has ever lived, including the great men and women who have changed our world for the better. It helps me to more fully integrate into my being the idea of timelessness; there truly is no “time.” Lovely, Bill.

  • Wild_Bill

    Thanks. Now, if I could only write poetry like you!

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