Moonstruck

Night sighs into starry gazes
of far off distant moonlit shores,
gliding on to make its slumber
with the Earth's caress, and a warm breeze.

I lift my eyes, under the cover
of a million winking, mischevious lights
that dust my shoulders, brush my hair
to silver, soft perfection.

The sun is brighter, day is warmer,
and colors are breathing, dancing, alive,
but I will forever be in awestruck wonder
at the quiet grace of the slow, still night.