The Devil's Quill

When the Moon Dreams by Lael Keller

The moon dreams of distant delights distinct with dreary day

The water waves its wishes with the wind

The brutal breeze blows bitter beams of woe

The forest of trees standing silent still do know

That beneath the mighty moon gleam, Night itself is reaching for Day

And whispering all its worries away

The night is dreaming, dying in delight

And causing so much more than fright

As a small fawn hobbles in the snow

And raises it’s head as if to say,

“I am lost, can someone guide me home?”

Then the roaring wind rushes by

And no creature if the night was ever so sly…

The moon awakes and then it sighs 

It was only a dream!

Ridge's Lit and Art Zine
When the Moon Dreams by Lael Keller