Awakened By A Moonbeam Poem by Jim Yerman

I must have forgotten to pull down the shade…because at a time I thought inopportune…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.

It was still dark when I checked the time…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 arose when I finally realized…I was finished with my sleeping.

After the moonbeam nudged me out of bed.…
at the window I felt a gentle breeze…
and saw the moon smiling down on me
as it filtered through the trees.

I walked outside…the morning was brisk..
The night was as quiet as could be
so I sat in a rocking chair still unsure
what the moon could have wanted with me.

When my eyes adjusted to the darkness
I saw the mountains in front of me were aglow….
I realized that's what the moon wanted…
she wanted me to enjoy her show.

She 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 what a wonderful way to wake up…
on a cool mountain morning…in June…
Tonight I'm leaving the shade up intentionally
hoping tomorrow,
if I'm lucky
to be awakened, again, by the moon.