REFLECTIONS ON A MOONLIT NIGHT

Stefanie Hall

(Submitted Nov 12, 1999)

A shimmering light envelops my world,

bathing all in its gentle spotlight.

I lift my head dreamily,

gazing longingly at the heights.

Spotless, pure and so beautiful,

the moon dances in the night sky,

seemingly within my easy grasp,

yet to touch- far too high.

A faithful and constant companion,

a beacon for all my dark nights.

Never to touch or hold for myself,

yet always in my sights.