Stars begin to twinkle faintly, and the moon starts to rise.
Night falls, a gentle blanket enclosing the world in darkness.
As the stars become brighter, a soft breeze ruffles my hair.
The moon begins to rise, and she sings a gentle song to me.
“Now is your time. As I rise, so do your dreams and thoughts.
Night is the time of poets, dreamers, thinkers, and writers.
Dream with me, I will listen to your hopes and keep your secrets.
Come wander with me, let us talk of deep and meaningful things.”
I smile up at the moon, my friend, my confidante, my inspiration.
I shyly tell her my secrets, as I delight in the cool night air.
I feel the serenity, and the music of the night infuses my soul.
We converse, the moon and I, and she playfully dances out of my reach.
“Moon,” I whisper, “Why is the rest of the world asleep, but I’m awake?
Should I be in bed? I don’t know why we do this dance every night.”
She brightens, and I hear the chuckle in her voice as she answers me.
“My darling, those that sleep tucked away in their beds dream of nothing.
You dream of big things. Your dreams are the ones that mean something.
The dreams and thoughts you share with me, are more than you think.
I feel you, I know your heart. Your dreams are your precious secrets.
The hopes you’re afraid to tell anyone? Those hopes mean you will do big things.”
As I listen, I feel calmer, and I know that the moon is right.
I know that my hopes and dreams are what keeps me going.
These secrets; the hopes I can’t tell anyone about, they are my fire.
The grip of darkness tries to consume me, and I feel that I am nothing.
But knowing that I have a friend in the moon, one that shares my dreams,
Keeps a fire burning within that pushes back the darkness so that I can see.
Dawn starts to bring light to the world. People rise, and animals stir.
I say goodbye to my friend with a smile, knowing we will talk again tonight.
