Evening dropped by again
I raced down the planks lightly.
There he was waiting for me
Rising up from the dark water.
Calmness settled over me smoothly
I just know he wants to tell me.
Maybe something new, maybe what I know.
My feet shift and stand firm in the sand.
Climbing the sky he’s going too fast.
I want to hold on and go slow.
What blessings can this glow give to me?
A silver river of dreams, from me to my moon.
Yes, just me and my moon now
Glimmering white surrounded by pale clouds.
He burst through and made me smile
Knowing dreams would come true after awhile.
by Caroline Clemens
…the moon at ocean’s edge