Moon magic

She whispers her magic lullaby
Hanging suspended
A dangling plaything for thoughts
Inspiring heights
To fly alongside
Her brilliance.
Sands move with tides
A landscaper of perfection
Grasses rise to wave
Welcome back my friend
It’s been too long since I’ve seen
The balance of your rhythm
That gifts to me simple peace.
The mind falls into pace
With the rise and fall
Of night skies breath
Giving majestic splendor
For my eyes an image
Of flying to heights
Unexplained.
Pieces of cosmic dust cover
These wings of fancy
Like Phoenix rising from ashes
A thought born of the universe
A path beheld of life.

Stunning photo found at : Moon over white sands by John Fowler on Flickr