Awakened By The Moon Poem by Jim Yerman

I didn't think it possible…and at the time I thought it inopportune…
But in the early hours of the morning…I was awakened by the moon.

I tend to sleep less soundly these days…now that I'm a little older.
Perhaps that's why I felt (or sensed) a moonbeam on my shoulder.

I opened my eyes as the moonbeam nudged me…
I eavesdropped on a gentle breeze
and outside my window the moon was full…
as it filtered through the trees.

It was still dark when I checked the time…It was only half past four
So I turned away from the moonlight…determined to sleep some more.

But her moonbeams were persistent…in the window they kept peeping
So I got up when I finally realized…I was finished with my sleeping.

I walked outside…the morning was brisk..
It was still too dark to see…
So I sat in a rocking chair and began to wonder…
what the moon would want with me?

When my eyes adjusted to the darkness
The mountains in front of me were aglow….
And I decided to linger awhile
on the porch and enjoy the show.

The moon was floating in a luminous sea…A mixture of dark and light…
And only the brightest stars in the heavens…were visible in the night.

As I sat alone in the silence of the morning
watching nature's wonders drifting by
I understood what Shakespeare meant
when he said our souls are in the sky.

And I thought this is exactly what I needed
After a week filled with hate and sadness and sorrow…
And I secretly hoped in the back of my mind
to be awakened by the moon tomorrow.