moonshine lights our way
with a ghostly silver sheen
making night as day

casting a calm coolness
over all we view
it is silently still

for the world sleeps
draped in its shroud
no ghouls about

only the odd owl
or a cricket call
while dreams unfurl

peace blankets all
yet inside some crawl
toiling at their chore

while most slumber
our emergency and
injecting rooms escalate

some feel safer
with the world asleep
at one with moonlight