Look at the moonbeams.
Gaze upon the diamonds
embedded in the sky.
The firmament wears
its dark blue dress.
The soft wisps of clouds
drift by, hauntingly.
She reigns over the night
and her light is spread
upon you like a blanket.
This is the beauty of the
night.
But a sweet dream does not
come from the lovely night.
It comes from your light,
your soul, your heart.
~
