Moon-drenched and star-kissed
A dark night sky,
diamond studded
and moon-drenched
calls to her in her sleep.
She moves, like a cat,
through the house
and out on the lawn,
gazing upwards to that
great, round moon-
those bright pinpricks of stars.
A delicate breeze plays out
in the trees—it twirls her hair
and braids it.
She only has eyes for the skies.
Her arms lifting overhead
she tries her best to grasp
the moonlight.
And, in her arms, there is
only that steady wind,
raising her up on tiptoe
to try, once more, to be part
of the nevermore.
In that beautiful night.
Heather Lake
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