Moon and Me

Waking, seeing silver, it's 3:15 a.m. Outside our bedroom window shone a glowing old friend, the moon. This time he was only half full, but no less the white pearl in the sky. His face so familiar it seemed he was gazing into our window as if to say, "I was just in your area and wanted to say, 'Hello." I knew he was near, having been so full, so close, just nights ago. I'd missed his big display, so sorry with our life-long relationship. Now he hung, shining bright over my face, through the cedars he outlined. It's a moon bathed bed. A reflection across my cheeks that I love. I never want him to change. Lying there staring, afraid I'd miss one moment of his presence, dozing wants to take over. Then, still so enthralled, I see that he's higher in the night sky. Now traveling upwards, away from my eyes. Pulling his silver strands with him, going his ancient way. My face now losing it's glow. My eyes now unable to see his face, I unwillingly fall back to sleep. So thankful he awakened me so for a moment we could visit....face to face.