moonshadows

standing
still
anxiously waiting
as the ink sky opens its arms
to release the brilliance
of the yellow moon.
standing
we watch
as the rising golden ball slowly
enters the sky
leaving the mountain arms
like a child
quietly stepping from the memory
of that which lay before
to answer the call
of the night sky.
slowly
tentatively
it peeks over the ridge
afraid in its newness
yet unable to stop the progression
of time.
as it lifts from the arms
of the loving mountain
it laughs at the future
felt fully
the smiling face gazing down
as we stand
transfixed

bathed in the golden light
we share the joy of the awakening
as laughter fills our souls
and moonshadows stand behind us
to bring us back
to the memory of where
we have stood
this magical night.

Sylvia D. Campbell, MD
September 25, 1999