Moonlight

The moon clasps the night sky
Stars lit by the sun’s distant light,
Windows illuminated peep
Into the street, doors closed
Arresting the imagination
Upon what lies within.

The road glistens in moonlight
Presents an impressionist image
Back to it, across the miles,
Communicates its existence,
The dim street-lights nothing
In comparison.

The lunar blaze hides behind
A blanket of colour, off to bed
Goes the policeman,
For after-hours call for peace
And the constant beat of orbit
Tires the moon’s soul, so he rests.