Waiting

The moon was full and floating very low one could almost reach up and touch it. Coating the world in silvery light beams highlighting every blade of quivering grass. Pale flowers cast in silver waved and bowed as the whole forest seemed to hold its breath waiting for who knows what. For a whole second nothing stirred not even a mouse. It was as if the whole world was on pause within this magical moment something was happening yet it was not visible to the naked eye. And still all waited spell bound. Then the moment passed and thoughts drifted seemly free yet obscured from human sight. Then a shooting star lit up the mysterious night sky and left me waiting yes always waiting.