Moonlight hits the river

I want to see
the world smile today--
I know; I know;
it's the end of the day.

But wouldn't it be nice
to drift to sleep and know
the moon casting her silver
glow over the Earth lights
upon a hundred-mile smile?

Instead of fireworks
or death works, or
bursting red air,
she sees as she crests
the curve of the world--

nothing brighter, nothing darker,
than that broad silver smile.