Turn and stare on the land at all the

Night-scenes that were once unseen

But now marked clean with the silver sheen 

Of the rays of moon light and the night-sight

Guiding wandering feet on paths unhidden

By the white-grey moon-spray

Spraying down on a 

Sleeping ground

Stop. 

Turn around.

See secrets revealed and pealed

Back by the moon shining

Back the black

Of the night giving sight to all

Still.

Awake.

 

anthony forrest