Celestial Contacts

The moon shimmers and treads
In a display of golden threads
While the wisp of an angel slides
Softly through its luminous light.
So silver and white
She delicately glides
Through evening’s twilight.
With slow regal grace
She enters the world
Wings iridescent and pearled.
She turns on a majestic face,
Casting a glorious glow
On those below.
They love her mystery
And reverence her,
With total allure.
She floats silently by
Filling their dreams
With sweet lullabies,
Before she slips away.