I wake
But not as one from slumber
Nay
Into the dark I descend
And led by the moon as one who has waited upon her.
Waited for her.
Blinded by the the heat of the sun.
I awake to the coolness of her touch.
She ascends with wisdom.
A blazing cold light.
I watch her rise.
Chilled yet awed.
Because the darkness has caused her to be seen like never before.
The darkness worships her as she ascends.
Heavenly
Untouchable.
Astonishing.
She alone can remind the earth that the dawn and the warmth of the sun are not too far.
A time for rest is upon you.
The dark is yours to explore.
Under her light she gently whispers….
“Striving is for tomorrow.
Rest and reflection is for tonight.”
Little Wren 