The Master Painter

A glowing white-washed orb hung high
Lighting up the midnight sky
As silently it spins and sails
Upon ordained and preset trails.

Silver moonbeams kiss the ground
Then move along without a sound;
Dappled shadows on the grass;
Pale face upon a pond of glass.

Cotton candy clouds glide by
Dimming the moon and starlit sky;
Cold winds blow and they move on;
Soon every misty cloud is gone.

Stardust dancing on the beams
Of the moon and the world seems
Touched by the Master Painter's Hand
Creating an enchanted land.

This poem was a finalist in the February 2009 poetry contest