Poetry Echoes. Book One. By Na Yama

1) Whispers of The Moonlight

Under the shadowed canopy of night,

the moon's argent fingers brush lightly,

stroking the silent earth with whispers.

Among the trembling leaves, she stirs.

Oh lunar muse, gentle and ethereal,

you breathe silver into the dark.

The night, a canvas of inky velvet,

becomes luminous with your touch.

Stars adorn your celestial song,

tiny orbs of ancient fire, flaring.

Between their scattered, kindled blaze,

sky murmurs, a hymn to the infinite.

In your presence, shadows find grace,

dancing softly in your cool afterglow.

Whispers of the moonlight unfurl here,

carrying messages of dreams, hushed.

Beneath, the rivers sigh with desire,

reflecting your chaste and glowing face.

Mountains, proud sentries of the horizon,

bow in reverence to your pale reign.

Fields of sleeping flowers bend gently,

nodding beneath the iridescent caress.

Whispers of the moonlight unravel,

unlocking secrets kept by time and sea.

Seas, their vastness a mirror alight,

cradle the moon's tender reflections.

Waves swaying in sequined rhythm,

serenade the night—a liquid murmur.

Oh moon, guard of forgotten dreams,

your whispers glide, serene and sure.

In your lucent pilgrimage across sky,

you awaken the old and the hidden.

Ruins of ancient empires remember,

tribal songs beneath the dusky sky.

In your whispers, stories live again,

ancient tongues chanting the eternal.

The winds, those lonely travelers, pause,

listening to your song of soft whispers.

Through silent deserts and dense forests,

your melody echoes, a timeless ode.

Creatures of night, in solemn concert,

heed the symphony of your voiceless tune.

The owl’s cry, the wolf's distant wound,

blend in the whispers of the moonlight.

Oh beacon of the midnight firmament,

your light speaks of love and longing.

In the quiet heart of the midnight,

whispers of the moonlight reign supreme.

Through windows, your light meanders,

caressing the slumbering faces within.

Dreams are born in your tender gaze,

woven in whispers too soft for dawn.

Lovers separated by the daylight.

N.Y.