Moonlight Dances

The moonlight glow peers

Into my fractured frame of a window

Tip-toeing over the bookshelves

And onto my bedroom floor.

It dances across the worn wood to music

That nobody else can hear

But it dances all the same.

My bones ache with knowledge 

That children built from band-aids and bruises

Sleep with grumbling stomachs and tear-stained pillows.

My eyes burn with the realization

That hate sweeps over the world

Like a tide that never goes out.

But the moonlight glows and glimmers

With the sound of a rocking chair

Hosting a 70 year old man from Memphis

Whose family is finally coming to visit.

The moonlight radiates and encompesses

Late night whispers

Of children up past their bedtimes

Just to watch the fireflies ignite the sky

In a way that must be magic.

The moonlight sweeps me off my feet

And into its arms

Inviting me to bask in all the warmth in the world

Rather than be dragged down with dark thoughts and cruel intentions

Allowing me a few hours rest

To fuel my bones again in the morning.

The moonlights calming nature

Brings me back to sanity in a way

That I need to survive.

In the darkness of my room

The moonlight dances across the worn wood to music

That nobody else can hear

But I still join in.