the glow I know

Moon in the silent night, It shines like the last flame of fire. On this cold and dark night, When the wind blows away the leaves so quickly My steps become clear. Everything becomes clearer in this cold dome. When that moonlight It dampens my heat My notebook gives me everything. Written words form a sentence, And this sentence is a beautiful ballet of poetry. I'm still stuck here and there's no light from the fire, But when I start writing the words Everything shines like the aurora borealis of the moon.