Wishing Moon.
At the edge of an open field I sit,
My back against a tree.
I close my eyes and drift away
When I open my eyes, I see
The blue moon hanging over head,
In a sky so crisp and clear.
Shining in the curtain of night,
The stars, they look so near.
With upraised hand, I tenderly
Pluck one from the sky.
There in my hand, its gentle glow
Is reflected in my eye.
I make a wish and wait for dawn
As black turns into blue.
The moon and stars they fade away,
As life begins anew.
As the sun shines on this brand new day,
I rise and go inside.
My wish came true, for there you are,
Asleep now by my side.

© KarenWood