I use to look at the moon and dream of a world much bigger than mine. As a child, I gazed at the moon and saw a light full of hope and all that some day can be mine. I look at the moon tonight and dream of it still. How little things have changed? How little we stay inside? The world can be both a beautiful and a cruel place. One must find a balance. One must choose which world to belong to. The beauty lies in our hearts. A place that’s safe and strong, yet sensitive and gentle. It can, so easily, be broken into a million piece. And with one single touch it can be put back together or stay forever changed. The challenge is to find the strength to mend it, and make it whole again. The choice lays ahead: to live in the shadow of a cloudy night or the light of the silver moon. The child within speaks loud and clear. I choose to look up at the moon, smile and be the dreamer I always was.
I realized, no one can take that away from me. No one can change me, not because they can’t, but because I don’t want to. My heart is full of gifts to give, my heart is full of love to share. The journey is long as darkness surrounds the patient stars that keep me company, as I wait in the moonlight. The muse comes as I sleep under the naked sky. It takes my hand, kisses my cheek, as I softly exhale and inhale my first warm breath. The night is long, the night is ours, the night never dies.