Upon the world, so many yearn for light,
To be the sun that warms another’s day.
Yet in the hush that follows fading bright,
The moon ascends to cast her gentle ray.
For splendour seeks the golden hours of cheer,
But shadows fall when hope is out of view.
Who then will rise when comfort’s not near,
And gift a tender glow the sun once knew?
O let me shine amidst the deepest gloom,
A beacon soft, steadfast in silent night.
Not brilliance fierce, nor glory to consume,
But silver solace, calm and pure and right.
So in your darkest hour I’ll appear,
The moon that stays when sunlight disappears.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The light will always be there for you
- Category: Reflection
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- Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett, Teddy.15, Tonya Titus
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Comments4
Good write Gold. Yes, light at the end of the tunnel? Maybe light IN the tunnel too, as we progress on through it?
Thank you Orchi, yes we must not stop.
Andy
Now this one is a fave Gold a most beautiful sonnet with such a lovely glow to it. I have always loved the moon both in reality and myth and the light that it sheds gives such a magical and romantic feel to the night. Very nicely done Andy
Thank you soren, very much appreciated, I too find joy n the moon.
Andy
You are most welcome Andy
Beautiful dear Andy. 🌹
Much appreciated Teddy, thank you.
Andy
Splendidly beautiful. I share your heart to be a light in the world.
Thank you Tonya, so pleased that you feel this way.
Andy
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