December 11th, 2006
The night is falling around me,
As the colors of the sun sink below the line of trees.
My spirits are down tonight,
Thinking of unfulfilled dreams and distant goals.
Inability and incapacity weigh my heart in the evening.
Feelings incapability and stagnation are deadening.
I sigh, and turn around the car to drive back home.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice a light.
Natural and serene, but present just the same,
I toss my glance to the side and see the moon.
My old friend.
He is fat and plump stationed in the sky.
He has the color of a pumpkin aging gently.
Seeing him makes my heart leap,
For he is a dear friend and a messenger from God
Reminding me of His love and care.
The world around me seems to melt away,
Then suddenly it fills back in like the light of the stars,
Or waves crashing on a rocky cliff.
I thank my friend for his delivering the message
And kiss at the sky to my Papa
And drive home feeling lighter than the heavy moon.