To the Moon

Dear Moon,

Welcome to day’s end.

Soon you will be bright above my head.

In the release of purple chords,

Light of day, continues through my mind as darkness falls,

The images I see in the light of day, continue through my mind at night,

Each day is filled with promise, brightness, warmth, and glow,

Clouds roll back, leaving sky treasures to grasp and show.

As dusk, comes earlier with the autumn change,

You ascend in the sky over hills and ranges,

My memories of summer also rise,

Brush strokes across a canvas sky,

Bright colors in peaks of crescendo,

Fade into valleys of pianissimo,

White noise refracting into pink, blue, gray, now charcoal,

You wane from new to full and through phases on schedule,

The sun encourages me to dance, and laugh, and sing,

But only you can be the protector of my dreams.