I keep vigil in the silver hours
the earth exhales a tired breath
and shadows slip, soft and liquid
across the fields of sleep
the lady moon does not speak
but I feel her silence upon me
a weight both tender and eternal
a knowledge that eclipses words
she has watched empires, rise and die
oceans sigh, against the shores
lovers lose themselves, in one another
and still she shines, unwounded
by time’s endless betrayals
but deep in my selenophile soul
I know that to love her
is to stand at the very edge of infinity
to feel small and yet never forgotten
and I know that she sees me too
a lonely wanderer, adrift in the night
carrying her pale flame, in my veins
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 