Slowly rising half Moon in the silence of the early morn
over the trees and rooftops of this sleeping neighborhood
Becoming the smiling face of a long lost friend
Of all my Floridian summers
Looking back at me
Calling on me to join her in the heavens
When I’m free from the bonds of this corporeal life
To join her, once more, in the quiet midnight of the ages
Far beyond this daylight daydream
This pearly Moon in shining mists, rising in the cool air
A beckoning doorway to eternity.
