Shimmering Waters

The shimmering water so divine, the Moon has to take a closer look, Oozes down into the bowels of the atmosphere, it’s not a brook! It is a canal of sorts, with a beautifully built gothic surreal bridge. The sparkling water warms Moon’s heart more than a smidge. The silence of the night hangs forever in the evening air. Moon feels a warm, loving spirituality from here to there. I feel your presence, she says to angels who are no longer high. They laugh. Their soft sweet titters warming the heart of this guy. It is so gorgeous, is it not? One asks the enthralled, raptured Moon. He has no words. This is the prettiest evening. It makes him swoon. What makes this night so magical? He asks his spiritual guests. We are not sure, but it is like this often when the humans rest. There is a mystical feeling that warms the Moon to his toes. He cannot describe the ethereal love, but it is something he knows. While the world is slumbering, and even the dogs and cats sleep. He enjoys the depths of this feeling, as he peers into the deep.