Bill Leslie's Carolina Conversations

Racing Across the Moon

Posted May 4, 2006 7:41 a.m. EDT

The clouds raced across the moon last night,
Reminding me of Scotland,
Where changing levels of light are a constant,
An artist’s dream,
A poet’s playground,
The many moods of the lunar lamp,
Casting shadows throughout the sky,
Give me wings to fly tonight,
To race with the clouds,
Til I am weary and can race no more,
And plunge silently to sleep in the puffy whiteness,
To be awakened tomorrow by your brother beam.