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I must have forgotten to pull down the shade…because at a time I thought inopportune…in the early hours of the morning…I was awakened by the moon.

I tend to sleep less soundly these days…now that I’m a little older.

Perhaps that’s why I felt (or sensed) a moonbeam on my shoulder.

It was still dark when I checked the time…only half past four

so I turned away from the moonlight…determined to sleep some more.

But her moonbeams were persistent…in the window they kept peeping

so I arose when I finally realized…I was finished with my sleeping.

After the moonbeam nudged me out of bed.…

at the window I felt a gentle breeze…

and saw the moon smiling down on me

as it filtered through the trees.

I walked outside…the morning was brisk..

The night was as quiet as could be

so I sat in a rocking chair still unsure

what the moon could have wanted with me.

When my eyes adjusted to the darkness

I saw the mountains in front of me were aglow….

I realized that’s what the moon wanted…

she wanted me to enjoy her show.

She was floating in a luminous sea…a mixture of dark and light…

and only the brightest stars in the heavens…were visible in the night.

As I sat alone in the silence of the morning

watching nature’s wonders drifting by

I understood what Shakespeare meant

when he said our souls are in the sky.

And I thought what a wonderful way to wake up…

on a cool mountain morning…in June…

Tonight I’m leaving the shade up intentionally  

hoping tomorrow, 

if I’m lucky 

to be awakened, again, by the moon.