The Half-Moon in the Sky
The half-moon in the sky is tilted, like a bowl tipped for drinking.
It shines down through your window, as the stars do their twinkling.
Through fleecy, pale clouds, this bowl quietly sails,
Showing the night’s creatures their own stealthy trails.
Beneath its kind and tender glow, your dreams will now unfold,
From the place within yourself where magic stories can be told.
The trucks will rumble, crickets will chirp, fireflies will gleam,
But you’ll know none of this happened, because you will dream.
May we all sleep snugly, may we all share this delight,
As the moon glides over all of us with its delicate light.
In the still of this night, let all worries take flight,
Because the half-moon in the sky brings peace with its light.
It shines down through your window, as the stars do their twinkling.
Through fleecy, pale clouds, this bowl quietly sails,
Showing the night’s creatures their own stealthy trails.
Beneath its kind and tender glow, your dreams will now unfold,
From the place within yourself where magic stories can be told.
The trucks will rumble, crickets will chirp, fireflies will gleam,
But you’ll know none of this happened, because you will dream.
May we all sleep snugly, may we all share this delight,
As the moon glides over all of us with its delicate light.
In the still of this night, let all worries take flight,
Because the half-moon in the sky brings peace with its light.
This poem is copyright (©) Daniel Gauss 2025

About the Writer
Daniel Gauss
Daniel Gauss is a graduate of Columbia University and has worked in the field of education in New York City and China for over 20 years. He has been published on numerous platforms dealing with art, mythology, the environment and how to be a good person.