Moonlight and Memory by Mike Williams 09/15/2015 @ 7:20 A.M.
With gossimer nets full of fairy dust, where the frogs and crickets croon.
You and I can catch the sky, in our little sailboat’s mast.
Then sail upon moonlit glint waters, rippling into childhood past.
Bring your colored pencils, glitter, and flowers, and I’ll bring mine.
We can while away the splendid hours, just like olden times.
Tell me stories that I may treasure, and I’ll do the same for you.
Then returning to shore once more, before the early morning dew.
Under the blanket of stars we’ll sleep, in our sleeping rolls.
We can tell our deepest secrets, that nobody else knows.
Image: Rowing in Moonlight by Carsten Sommer on 500px