The Midnight Moon

Beneath the midnight moon,

Full and heavy in the dark sky,

I lay in the dewy grass,

Enchanted by the starry night. 

An owl calls out,

Its voice eerie in the dark,

A haunting cry echoing sadly.

Damp skin chilly in the cool air,

Toes curled into dewy grass,

Palms flat against the cool earth,

I breathe in the night,

Drenched in the silver moonlight.

Beneath the midnight moon,

I become one with the earth,

Its vibrations controlling my heart,

Its breath in my lungs;

I am one with the earth, 

A mother to us all. 

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When we were young,

Staying up all night

Until the sun came up

Just to see if we could

Was just that - 

Waiting out the nighttime hours

To see the sun rise,

Sleep four hours,

And go about our lives.

When we were young,

Staying up all night

To count the stars

Was just another night

We spent making memories,

Our dreams as big as the sky,

Undeterred by real life,

Just breathing the cool air

Until the sun rose on the horizon.

When we were young,

Staying up all night

Meant nothing at all,

Meant everything to us,

Lost in the moment forever,

Or until dawn broke our reveries.

Wishing upon a star

That nothing would change,

That everything would change.

When we were young,

Staying up all night

Gave us hope for life,
Dreams seemed more real

Than the moment we were in.

Our secret hopes floating

Away on gossamer wings,

To the stars and moon,

With whispered promises

Of greater things to come.

When we were young,

Staying up all night

Meant everything to us.

As we watched the sun come up,

We were changed,

People who could stand on top of the world.

We were younger then,

And the endless nights

We stayed up together

Were ours to keep forever.