I know she will come
Through the night shades and clouds
Caught between midnight dreams and waking
She will find me.
I will stand with eyes bright
Gazing at the spectacle of stars
As they drift in and out of focus
In this quiet place of dreaming.
Soon there will be a sound of water
The lapping of simple waves at low tide
Returning to their distant shores
And I will leave prints of my being
Marked upon the universe of pages
Turned slowly and savored.
I will unite with her here
Where the horizon meets the ocean,
With an embrace of knowing
I will be home
In the arms of the cosmic love
That pulls me forward
To greet a new tomorrow.
The silly moon kept playing games with me last night in sleep, waking me several times as she moved across the sky, slipping between the edges of the curtain before she slipped away again. Silly moons make me smile.