~~ Spirit in the Night ~~

Trundling through the crisp coldness, northern wind biting my face... eyes off in the distance... slipping through moonlights silent song. Oh how the mind fill's space where one cannot see. A little piece of mind amongst the tall mountain strangers. Supposing they have seen the moon's face more often than I.... guessing they wink to each other in their own way... the mountains from under the tresses they call trees.... the moon from the window called space. Distant love .... the moon circling and returning day after day while the mountains remain in place awaiting each night... appearing to turn out the light with the falling sun but not quite closing an eye before the moon rises and shines down upon thee.

As I closed my eyes and opened them I caught them winking at me. The moon laughed as I caught her eye...whispering something about how love rides in time... wandering and weaving through cycles and path's... I turned to the mountains... catching a nodding peak through the clouds.... smiling to myself. Together they were a playful pair... thinking I wasn't seeing.... *smile*... I saw the mountains pull the clouds over their face when the moon said what she said... and I am almost certain the moon had something to do with that rising breeze across the mountain for that sly grin. Walking home warmed by thoughts of having watched them I think I caught the trees rolling their eyes.