The Spot Light

The moon light is awake
And it seems it's part of my presence
Somehow it is part of my existence
It adds to the quiescence
It's a measured light that assuages
It's not bright enough to demand consciousness
Yet it cradles transition

It lets me languor in the twilight
I can close my eyes once again into oblivion
And it doesn't matter what happens
It's this moonlight sanctuary
That guards my otherness
I am in my safeness here
I am reconstructed and fortified here

There is a beam of moonlight
Spilling with intention on to my ship
My heart is bathing into it's luster
I can feel it's light through my eye lids
My dreams are airy and light
And as I fall into the deepest sleep
My dreams elevate me into the cosmos