Moon Magic

The silver light glows
beneath the blue sky.
Lovers are hugging
in awe of that night.
It's a full moon.

When stars in the sky
dance as alive, to
music that sounds
in each mountain stream
It's full magic.

Lost in the darkness
two children of light
on sweet grass they lie
beneath starry skies
It's pure magic.

Like two crescent moons
they hold on tight
so void will be filled -
shadow gives light
It's their magic.

Once again whole
both filled with grace
newly born man
and moon all bright
It's nature's magic.

Maria-Teresa Hopkins-Olszewska
St. Catherines, ON