In the vespertine hours the darkness starts to glow,

The night comes alive ‘neath nocturnal rainbows.

Crepuscular light illuminating aura shadows,

There is no sorrow in the pre light of tomorrow.

In the grand intricate dance of fate,

Where celestial bodies sway to rhythms of the shade.

They etch their songs of existence in beautiful displays,

As the moon rises bidding goodnight to the day.

In the intricate waltz of life and death where truth spreads,

As the heart can’t beat without wpulse of life’s flow.

Moonlight and Moonshine are but whispers of the same eternal breath,

As the moon rises to the sacred dance of light and shadow.

A symphonia of the essence that out shines the night,

Moonlight, the gentle embrace of cosmic delight.

Painting the night with liquid silver,

Illuminating the world with winds of secret whispers.

A tender kiss from the universe to the sleeping lands,

Where trees sway, the oceans brush upon the sands.

Each beam of moonlight is a harbinger,

Transferring tales of the ancient invisible scriptures.

Mirroring the reveries of those who gaze upon it’s beauty,

A luminous melody that binds the heart,

Of the darkest night to the soul of the earth.

Soaking in languages of shadow and silence,

Yet, what is moonlight without the moonshine.

The very essence of the moon's glow is birthed,

By the interoperability of sunlight and the celestial soul unearthed.

A memento that all light is born from the multidimensional,

The moon in the vast expanse of night, stands a silent sentinel.

Doesn’t possess its own light, one of life’s miracles,

That merely reflects the brilliance of the son.

Transmogrifying the pitilessness of day to the soft hymn of a midnight hum,

In the reflection of the moon we find a profound truth.

Our own lives is a looking glass of the light we let shine through,

A remembrance that we are an anastomosis on this cosmic wheel.

As we flow and traverse this nocturnal realm.

We may stumbled upon this elusive phenomenon,

Yet before we have the chance to say knife.

The temporal arcs of color that trace the night sky,

Birthed from the balanced synopsis of moonlight and vapour.

These spectral wonders, like dreams come true,

Play across our minds, the beauty from light that shines in shadows through.

The light that bends and twist in ways to create flashes of a promise,

The silent affirmations of hope illuminating the darkness.

With the promise of color and joy, there’s light in the blackness,

Through the depths of the night unfazed,

There is a spectrum of potentiality longing to be embraced.

Lest us not forget the cascading moonbeams,

The aerial strands of light that seep through the seams.

From the Heavens to the Moon like celestial ribbons,

Splicingly through the fabric of the night in endless rhythms.

Every moonbeam is a vein of unification,

Between the cloudlands of the seen and unseen lies synchronization.

Enticing us the dance in the twilight of our reverie,

That are the puts wise in every memory.

The murmurs of the unknown pushing us to look past the ordinary,

To realize every dreary moment is infused with the extraordinary.

In the auric echo of their luminous glow,

We find the courage to delve into the hidden places in our soul.

To hold the shadows that dwell within,

Through the dance of light and darkness where we come alive again.

So as we plant our feet beneath the stars,

We learn that moonlight and moonshine reflect all we are.

For the two are not merely ordinary words but,

The interconnectedness of existence in unfathomable metaphors.

Showing us that we are the light and the moon,

Refraction and reflecting the sublimity of an eternal bloom.

Illumining through the abyss with the clemency of our own sui generis ethos,

In the empyrean embrace of the nighttide cosmos.

We find ourselves—illuminated, transformed, and eternally interlaced with angelic halos!

—ŤerryŞalmon—