White Moon
There was one midnight hour when I stood alone
beyond my bed, in the shadowed room
I was the child in the white flannel gown
watching a white moth fly and a white moon rise
The family slept..except for me
They never heard creaks in the wooden floor
or the squeak of the hinge on the old screen door
I climbed down the steps into the fresh night air
and was swallowed deep in the sequined sky
Something was whispering, from beyond the hedge
murmuring words, as a prayer, unsaid
Yet, I knew it was cunning, I knew it was wise
Temptation enticed me to follow the sound
It spoke with the drum of the cricket's thunder
I stood under the canopy of a million stars
Without hesitation, or a fear, unknown
Lit by the bleach of the crescent moon
I knew in the moment, I was not alone
The fragrance of jasmine, was caught in the breeze
flying swift as a dove, to comfort me
It picked me up, far off the grass
Where I could see beyond the past
Back in my room, tucked into the sheets
Watching a white moth fly, and the white moon leave
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