Moonbeams Come

Nighttime arrives like a welcome lull in a fine opera. I step outside noticing how the nighttime graces the sky with its ambient, deep hues. I climb into the hammock strung between two trees in our backyard. As the evening darkens, I lean back hoping to relax and put behind me the worries and stresses of the day. Over my head I see the moon, a deep silver ballerina turning pirouettes with perfect form. In the distance, I see moonbeams arcing across the land, their beauty speaking to my heart and soul. moonbeams, whispers of light ride upon the starry sky as if velvet black asked them to dance moonbeams come amidst the stars, as an ode to the sun bright pathways in starry night—dreams take flight