The Night of the Moon

It's the night of the moon and though it's not in my sight. The magic will be here soon. The full moon takes the stage tonight. I feel as low as the tide. The dark clouds set the tone. Watching waves and sand collide. I walk the beach all alone. The clouds are fighting the sun. They can't keep the bright light behind. Sunset and beauty become one. Doubt and hope crowd my mind. Brilliant hues of orange,pink,and red contrasting with clouds dark and gray The sun paints a picture before bed and then takes the painting away. Splashing way out there in the sea. Winking stars playfully laughing out loud. I wonder,how this can be? The night wont carry a cloud. Where have all the clouds gone? They've been plucked out of the sky. The battle with the sun was been won. I question not how, only why? There's a bright glow in the west. The curtain goes up for the show. Dancing lights on the water are next. Slowly rising the moon seems to grow. Sometimes it's such a spiritual thing. When nature reveals what it can truly do. I can almost hear this moon sing. So extravagant, it must be alive too. My memory goes back to a time. When the moon stole the show like this. I was with a girl that was so fine and remembered that,that night we kissed. But my memories are what had me down. I can't remember too many good. There was the clouds at sundown and suddenly I understood. If I only kept good thoughts in my minds eye and make all the bad ones just finish. Maybe then my thoughts wont seem to magnify what my memory can't seem to diminish. Out with the bad thoughts in with the new. I'll fill my head with good memories only. But it seems that there are so few that my thoughts might just get lonely. That makes a smile come to my lips and I wonder, did I just laugh out loud? I watch enchanted as the moon slips across the sky without a cloud. My mood has changed I realize. I knew I felt that pull. Now I know hope never dies. Hope lives in a moon this full.