Silver

Slowly, silently, now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy coat the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.

(Walter de la Mare)



It's such a huge and bright full moon tonight ... I love the idea of how we all look at the same moon, no matter where we are ... and though the time difference won't let us all look at the same time, it's so sweet to imagine that while I look at the moon, being soothed by it's silvery light, somebody else might be looking up there at the very moment, kept awake like me, our glances unknowingly meeting, 240000 miles away from here. Sharing the same emotion, despite culture, despite distance ...