Member Poem

Silver rays refracted,
they bent in benign,
shapes and shards,
bright moon casts
stylish  beauty yet,
never flags each night,
glide to wistful glide,
a blissful eye treat,
stunned yet aroused,
theatrical tapestry,
engulfs midnight
to polychrome swathe,
engaging the wanderer
whilst they emit sighs,
that spread an arch,
heard by phantom,
fellow journey plodder,
crying heart floods,
of elated elixir elf,
metaphor for cheer, 
either day or night,
the astute eye always
discovers eclectic
sound and vista
pursuits buried
or ignored by a
pressurised states
impacting on those
agendas imposed
or consented to
in both land and
urban settings which
means  loss of major
experiences enriching
a deprivation rife but
yet the vernal voiced
who yearn to cheer
and spark wonders to
those whilst content
would benefit though
in need of that prompt
to raise their level