A Glimpse of Starlight

I told you I’d use this post again this month, and yesterday, I did. I haven’t done a purely descriptive poem in a while, so it was a fun challenge. Thanks as always to RhymeZone for rhyming help. 

April 26, 2015 ~ Magnata

magnata (Swedish) ~  the glimmering, road-like reflection that the moon creates on the water

The moon releases one long, frosty breath

A mist of white flame of both birth and death.

It trips through the sky, tumbles headlong,

Shrieking as it falls, a silent, soaring song.

A lake awaits beneath, blissfully unaware

Of the starry streak falling from the air.

Midnight strikes, they collide—silver on black,

And a moment of frozen silence after the smack.

The waters tremble in their rock-hewn beds,

Animals shift in slumber, trees toss their heads.

Then the wound is sealed, water smoothes out to sleep,

With one sole change on the glassy deep:

Stretching out upon the waters a road lies,

A path of gleaming silver pointing to the skies.

The moon’s breath and lake’s face have wed,

Spinning out a ribbon of shining silver thread.

Come, bare your feet, step out upon the trail

Of moonlit dreams, but take care, for it is frail.

Feel the universe’s soul shudder beneath your feet,

This glory born of when earth and heaven meet.