Moonbeams

Moonbeams pierce the night
illuminate clouds and sight.

Distant twinkling city lights
dull the sounds of internal fights.

Slight chill to the evening air
subtle breeze musses hair.

Inking darkness in the canyon there
steep slippery slopes and creatures to beware.

Simple silence at this late hour
ticking clock seems to overpower.

Clanking keys, this figure cowers
hunched over letters that fingers devour.

Head should rest on pillow, not in hand
must have missed the sleepy fellow with all the sand.

Enthusiasm and passion fires' fanned
can the moonbeams' light electrify the land?