By the Light of the Moon

Faith is like the light of the moon at night Yesterday was filled with sunshine Its warmth upon my shoulders Its caress upon my rosy cheeks, Evoking in its memory a tender smile. Yesteryear’s innocence of a child The closeness of a familiar shelter Content upon my face, of peace That even night allowed no fright. As I stepped out to the open skies Facing an unfamiliar world The chill of the wind prompted me to seek Refuge within my trembling frame and hide. Looks furtive, voices gone quiet Streaks of clouds silently entered The sun, hidden, at times still peeked Slowly falling, wishing sleep, tired. Expecting total darkness, felt fright Feeing lost, not sure where to turn Sudden tears upon pale cheeks Raising eyes in plea, just to see the moonlight. Thankful for its protection, easing smile Upon my face in renewed faith, a shelter Brilliant light to help the path to keep Until I can come to greet again the sunrise. By CarolineCécile Nov. 11, 2008.