TRANQUILITY
A crescent moon arose before the sun had gone.
Her light seemed pale against the readened sky,
Her splendour muted by a brighter fire,
Her beauty lost in the glory of the sun.
Then all at once, the realm of day was overthrown.
Though silhouettes of hill could still be see,
The trees grew strangely darker in the softer gleam.
Serenity itself hung in the night, her beauty shone alone.
The fragrant air, yet warm from summer's golden glowing
Was still, the velvet blackness spread its calm.
Nothing was visible in this night's balm,
Except the gleaming silver crescent moon, now all her radiance showing.