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I love mornings when the moon

realizing the evening is not quite done

lingers a little longer in the sky 

before ceding the heavens to the sun.

The entire campground is still slumbering this morning.

perhaps I’ve risen a bit too soon?

But it has provided me the opportunity

to listen to the moon.

There are no sounds of people

no children running around.

There is only the light of a waxing moon

and I find myself listening to the sounds…

It’s too dark to take a morning walk

so I sit basking in the moon’s glow

And I listen as, from high above, she conducts her morning music

soft and low.

The crickets who she conducted to play fast and loud last night

Allegretto….Crescendo …Prestissimo

realize the concerts almost over 

as she conducts them soft and slow.

The morning breeze and trees perform together.

There is percussion all around.

The soft cymbals of the rustling leaves…

falling branches drumbeat to the ground….

Then out of this peaceful symphony 

the moonlight settles on the wing

of one bird…and one bird only

as the moon conducts her now to sing.

And I revel in the harmony and the beauty

And feel lucky I’ve risen so soon

blessed to sit in the darkness

and listen to the moon.

I love you

I love you how the plants love the sun

And how the moon loves the earth

I love you from a far

And you have no idea what you do to me

But you make the ocean in my mind

Create waves that destroy my world

And the seeds blossom into vibrant roses

Full of color

Full of life

But at the same time you are the man with the clippers

Clipping each rose of love you have grown

And giving them

To someone else

I awake early…

before the sun…

it’s something I usually do…

Before the ebony sky of evening gives way to morning blue…

I sIt by an open window listening to the crickets croon…

Illuminated ever so softly by the light of a crescent moon…

As the light peeks through my window…a glow more delicate than the sun

I’m amazed how she awards me one moonbeam…

while extending the rest to everyone…

A crescent moon always fills me with hope…it’s the classic push and pull..

Where some may see a moon half empty…I see a moon half full…

I love to talk to the moon at this time…before she welcomes in the morn…

To ask her if from her crescent-ness…a baby’s smile is born…

Does she revel in the silence in the world she oversees?

Can she enjoy her beauty as she shines down through the trees…

Is she happy in her nightly routine…or when all is said and done..

has she ever thought what it would be like…to be a planet…or the sun? 

I tell her how I once thought I had the perfect way…

to make my Deborah swoon…

I wold offer her my heart…and promise her the moon…

But along the way I realized…I only had to promise her we’d stand…

And gaze at the moon together…as a couple…hand in hand…

And oftentimes I thank the moon….for making me aware….

of how she can enchant an evening…just by being there…

Perhaps that’s why I wake up early…

not only to hear the crickets croon

But it’s the best time of the day… 

to have a conversation with the moon. 

With me walks the aluminium moon,

That will be gone soon,

But it will return again,

With changed world, with new lives, with lives fallen.

The moon is on the move ever,

So is everything in the womb of Mother Nature,

From dawn to dusk,

Life and death are at work.

Yet the aluminum moon does not die,

In her heart love for the earth does ever lie.