The mysterious moon. The full moon with rays casting shadows as if it were day. The illuminated rays stretch from the heavens across the lands below. I close my eyes, and travel. The nocturnal vibes invade my body, my heart, my soul. I hear the mystic, yet soft voice of the wind whisper in my ear, “the night is yours”.
The moon guides me, the stars tell me not to worry, guiding me towards a place unknown by the world, yet so familiar. I sit in silence in awe of the natural glow as if a comforting night light guides me down the hallway. Melodic sounds of swaying branches, crashing waves, or blowing leaves tell me the night is alive with beauty. They scream their joy. They sing life. Crickets hiccup their nocturnal sounds, bull frogs bellow in deep harmony and critters scatter under the brush here and there.
The moonlight disperses through my skin, through my bones, through my soul. I become one with the night. The sounds and stress of the day are a distant memory. Calmness sinks into me. Peace surrounds every bit of my being. I join the symphony of the night. I once again become human, I become the night; I feel the pains, and I feel the joys.
At last I feel warmth. I was a prisoner of the present – surviving through days, weeks, months, and years. Never knowing that what I