Recently, I was watching one of my favorite old movies,
Finian's Rainbow, and I got an inspiration for a poem. One of my favorite scenes is when Woody and Sharon meet in the woods at night and Woody charms her and tries to get her to believe in werewolves. He gains her confidence and the two of them lie side by side on the cool grass looking up at the full moon. One of the best songs from the movie follows—
Old Devil Moon. This poem was inspired by that scene. I hope you enjoy it.
You can watch "Old Devil Moon" by clicking this link. Sit back, and enjoy.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=rS5jXMHXU84And now, here's my poem
:
Magical Moon
I want to lie in the cool grass on a late summer's evening—
lie still beside you, and look at the moon.
With no words spoken, we'll ponder the mysteries of life in a hazy moon
whose never-changing face will delight us and stir in us new wonder.
That summer's eve, when twilight turns to dusk
the sound of all things nocturnal fills our ears
and the fragrance of early fall drifts through the air.
Into the night we move, comforted by the knowing of God's protection
allowing our senses to take in everything that surrounds us
in the hope of growing closer still, closer to the realization of perfect harmony.
Alone, and yet together as one in the stillness of evening.
Communicating without words, speaking only through the sound of two heartbeats, echoed
by the distant chirping of crickets in soft rhythm and cadence.
Oh! Heavenly moon! How can the mortal eyes of man fathom your deep mystery? What lies beneath your mottled and jagged surface?
What keeps you floating in a sea of nothingness for all time?
I turn to gaze at you my love, and behold a work of God's perfection.
A face possessing wisdom and wonderful style,
eyes with the beauty and depth of some vast, unknown ocean
placed somewhere on another world, a world which man
will never see.
None could create your singular beauty but a God,
a God whose love creates anything—from nothing.
Oh, my love! To feel you close to me brings a warmth no sun would dare challenge.
In you will I contemplate the rest of my days.
On this splendid night, the lucky moon and I share in the delight of your moonward gaze,
eyes shining with the clarity of blue polished glass.
In union with you will I complete my desires and longings. I will forever cherish the spirit of giving
I learn from you.
Tonight, all things seem possible. Every imagined idea, every hopeful thought, every desire seems to stretch out before us like the blades of grass
on which we lie.
Each blade a hope or dream, a wish, waiting only for a word from us
to spring into life.
The moon in all its splendor seems to be whispering such affirmatives
all around us.
And then... all creatures cease their chatter, and for an instant the moon grows brighter, our hearts beating faster as we gaze upward into the face of that eternal orb, sensing the brightness and almost feeling we are looking at God Himself.
Then, just as suddenly, the nocturnal sounds resume their familiar harmonies, the air stirs a gentle breeze, and in that instant...
life returns to normal.
Stunned by a miracle, we look at each other and can find no words to say.
In that magical moment, we believe, the light of God's love,
splicing into the moon's rays
and caressing moonbeams with purest love,
streamed downward and gave us a tiny, and all too brief...
glimpse of eternity.
God's touch?. ...
We wonder in awe.
And so, we continue our moon watch, waiting, hoping to experience another
miracle on this summer night.
