"The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas"
...or so wrote Alfred Noyes.
When I lay me down to sleep
On a clear night
With a full moon
A shaft of moonlight shines through my window
And slants across my bed.
There's something romantic about falling to sleep in a moonbeam
The word moonbeam in itself
Opens a world of imagination
And I lay back on my bed
Measure the moon with one eye open
Close my eyes
Think my bedtime thoughts
Open one eye again
And see how the moon has silently slid up & over
In that short time
Amazed at its speed, I keep watch this time
Watch it creep closer to the window frame
As I watch I can actually see it move
See the last tiny sliver of moon
As it slides out of sight
But not out of mind
Beautifully written and conceived. I love moonbeams, too. And falling asleep in one's path is so lovely!
ReplyDeleteThis posting is beautiful. Your words and photo say so much. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteIt seems as if a number of people are in tune with my memories tonight. I can remember a beam of light which always played on my covers when I stayed at grandma's house. Not a moonbeam, but the warm glow from a streetlight outside the window. To this day I see the moon, or a traditional street lamp, and think of my grandma, and warm summer nights. Thanks for the memory.
ReplyDeleteThanks for your kind words on my blog. What a great shot of the moon and the words that accompanied it were thoughtfully written - there is nothing like falling asleep under a moonbeam.
ReplyDeleteSleeping under the moon - very very nice.
ReplyDeleteWonderful! Moon pix are so hard to capture—for me, anyhow—and this one is lovely. Lovely sentiment, too :)
ReplyDeletewhat an exquisite shot of a full moon, it is so clear and i like the quotes that you have put with it
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