Often it happens with age and I am early awake
It’s 4.00 AM in the morning and only darkness around me
Peeping through the window I look into the street
Not a soul in sight
It’s peaceful and quiet

As I stare into the darkness, what do I see
A huge celestial ball stares back at me
Oh what a glorious night, a blessing to be
To witness the moon, a full moon staring back at me

Piercing through the stillness, a calm to behold
I wish, a picture I could take, to share the beauty with you
But it’s a moment to cherish
The lens cannot capture the essence
Alas, it must stay a memory imprinted in my soul

This is no poem, no lyrics, no song
Just penning the thoughts running in my mind
While I commune with the stillness of time

And finally at the break of dawn
I hear an occasional tweeting bird, a distant sound
Welcoming twilight while the moon silently fades away
As the sun begins to rise, I have had the most incredible start to the day
The full moon in all it’s radiance just graced upon me

I cant poem nor verse or rhyme
Just scribbling some words, some gibberish of mine
Though sad if left untold
A few precious moments of a communication divine
It was the moon talking to me.