In The Moonlight

Here on top of our mountain in Colorado at 7,200 elevation, the full moon is shining on a fresh 12" blanket of snow and it is surreal in its brightness.

                  In The Moonlight

                 Tonight the moon
                     is out in force.
             On every rock and tree
              shines its surreal light.
                Gone are the colors,
                just black and white 
              and gray composition.

        Why does this cool pale bath
           do more for my sad heart?
                Why does the beam 
                of the full bright day
                     alienate me so?

                     At our weakest,
          we are so brittle that even
                  the smallest sob
              can start a shattering.
             Only the gentlest hand
                touches our sorrow,
              only the kindest voice
                 can ease our pain.

                  In the moonlight
                our pallor can glow,
               our hearts can ache
                   and safely weep 
           because in the moonlight
              our tears can sparkle.