Awakened By the Moon

I must have forgotten to pull down the shade…because at a time I thought inopportune…in the early hours of the morning…I was awakened by the moon. I tend to sleep less soundly these days…now that I’m a little older. Perhaps that’s why I felt (or sensed) a moonbeam on my shoulder. It was still dark when I checked the time…only half past four so I turned away from the moonlight…determined to sleep some more. But her moonbeams were persistent…in the window they kept peeping so I arose when I finally realized…I was finished with my sleeping. After the moonbeam nudged me out of bed.… at the window I felt a gentle breeze… and saw the moon smiling down on me as it filtered through the trees. I walked outside…the morning was brisk.. The night was as quiet as could be so I sat in a rocking chair still unsure what the moon could have wanted with me. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness I saw the mountains in front of me were aglow…. I realized that’s what the moon wanted… she wanted me to enjoy her show. She was floating in a luminous sea…a mixture of dark and light… and only the brightest stars in the heavens…were visible in the night. As I sat alone in the silence of the morning watching nature’s wonders drifting by I understood what Shakespeare meant when he said our souls are in the sky. And I thought what a wonderful way to wake up… on a cool mountain morning…in June… Tonight I’m leaving the shade up intentionally hoping tomorrow, if I’m lucky to be awakened, again, by the moon.