mooncast

     By Christopher Bowman

The witching hour has past
... Amber liquid disk slowly climbs a languid velvet curtain.

Night music conduced for an opus choir of night dwellers rise within a still blanket built of blue shadow settles over slumbering trees.

The vagabond jester moves slowly across the sleeping countryside takes care that no footfall breaks the choir of silent night song.

The travels momentary stillness is reflected in blue shadow as he cast his wish onto a sea of stars in constant awareness of shared moonlight.

Reaching out with a wayfarers heart to cast upon moonbeams love longing to the one patiently waiting,

Under a mooncast sky,

Far, far away ...