Moonlight

Is there a reason why of everything,

is that the moon obscures the rays of light?

Those rays are hope from gloom and smite,

creating dreams for creed and brings singing.

I slept on ground that was hollow--thinking,

also--waiting for you to be in sight.

Next I saw you standing before midnight,

then I questioned you and you were thinking.

Finally you answered and said to me,

that everything must contain light and dark.

Also you said that all was left to be-

was a haze of reflection and was stark.

Still I was left with nothingness to see,

what was awaiting in the flaming dark.

This poem is a respost from my blog on myspace.