The Midnight Moon

It sent a heartbeat, a warm pulse

Balancing the cold of starlight and

the occasional nip of the wind.

The breeze came back for a second time

Tugging the leaves awake

And tumbling rocks down the hill.

I awoke under the moonlight,

gazing upon the serene night.

Even the crickets weren’t chirping.

It felt like a dream,

The clashing of reality and imagination

until…

The silence was broken by one single,

gust.

A yellow glow rose,

replacing the Midnight Moon

The night came to a close

Maybe I’ll experience this again

Maybe not now, but soon.