Another Little Poem

My apologies to those who read real poetry, but sometimes I can't help myself.

March Moon

tonight the moon shone

so bright

her seas were no longer visible.

The street lights,

outdone,

hung their heads

and stared sullenly down.

In the spaces

between their yellow glares

I was lighted all in silver

and for a few steps

felt ethereal

like a fairy

from my childhood dreams.