As It Beckons

I stare at the open moon

Where the stars exist like golden specks in the deep blue.

I saw a silhouette dance along,

Calling me in to join its song.

I felt the beauty of the night

As the silhouette danced about the open sky.

It skated along the deep, moon-lit lake in front,

And flew into the surrounding trees,

Calling me in, to join its song.

For as I stared into oblivion …

I found it staring back at me.

The silhouette had no form but beauty which this age despised.

The silhouette had no smile but a warmth which this age was deprived.

In this cradle of beauty and solitude the golden specks beckoned me to join them soon,

And dance with the silhouette under the moon.

So, as I sat there in midst of this cradle called heaven,

I stared at the moon with tear lit eyes

And let the final sigh fly.

I danced about as the silhouette of the gold-lit night.

Till the golden dawn walked me off to the spring where the silhouettes reside.