Optical Illusions, Dreams, and Delusions

We watch as moon ascends the eastern sky

a massive disc now peering over fence—

an optical illusion on the rise

appearing ever larger to our eyes

than any image captured through a lens.

And what we see and what the mind imprints

border between concrete and surreal;

we tuck away to pull out and reprise,

but should we find delusion has dispensed

we search to understand what was revealed.

Same could be said for all the pain we feel,

whether caused by physical distress

or mental anguish covert and disguised—

setting off alarms and raising shields,

then leaving us despondent and depressed.

Hope rises like the moon in pale nightdress

her whisper carried soft among the stars—

and even earthen mother can surmise

that if trials and tribulations are the test;

then blessings and endowments are our prize.

© Ginny Brannan 2017

Day 17 NaPoWriMo, to write a Nocturne, a night poem. Not the same as a Nocturna which is specific to nine lines,  a nocturne in music is a composition meant to be played at night, in poetry it seems to translate to a night poem with a soft cadence in reading. No specific length or meter.