Red Moon Rising

Beyond bright garish flashes of neon lights, blaring music and drunken barroom fights, it's my wish to find tranquility and solitude within a realm where the moon is red-hued. I'd gladly wander a crimson moonlit path, far away from this world's uncivilized wrath. Where warblers sing lullabies to me at night while I watch a hungry owl take wing in flight. Myriads of stars will be shimmering in the sky, and in complete contentment I will peacefully lie. As a red moon rising hovers far above my head, I'll be sheltered without need of worry or dread. In a quiet sanctuary of tall evergreen trees I'd welcome the evening's cool flowing breeze. With a blanket spread on meadowed grounds, I'd revel with joy at Nature's awesome sounds, like the trills of doves giving their mating call and the muffled rumble of a distant waterfall. There are no bastions here, nor fortified fences. In this meditative place I can liberate my senses. I'll be one with my surroundings, totally at ease, as if I'm floating on calm waves of unruffled seas. Far from cacophony that offends an idyllic repose, beneath a sanguine moon, where no one else goes.