Moonbeams

I cast off from the shore, the gentle breeze playfully tossing my hair and filling the sails pushing me through the water. As I steer my little boat I gaze up at the night sky, so full of stars that speak of adventure, and wonders, and bravery. Their patterns painting swirling pictures and stories, as though they were whispering the most precious of secrets, if only you could hear. My little boat glides through the shimmering moonlit water towards the horizon, as it should have done long ago. Closing my eyes, I inhale the crisp, salty night air and feel flecks of sea spray tingle against my skin. Strangely I don’t feel cold, nor warm. Just a fluid kind of calm, like the sparkling water, or the shimmering moonlight. I feel at peace with the world, and know that whatever happens, that it’s okay. Nearing the edge of the horizon I don’t look back, only up into the smiling face of the moon, bathing my face in it’s rays. Smoothly my little boat sails right off the edge of the horizon, in amongst the twinkling stars and ink black sky, sailing along the moonbeams. In a sleepy sort of way I remember how we would talk and dream of sailing to the moon together, on those beautiful hope filled nights. You always loved the idea. I can hear the stars now. Like little bells in a soft breeze, I hear their secrets. The moon is close now. Almost as if I could... 

I touch it. I touch the moon. I step up onto it’s shore. Lay down. And bask in the Earthlight. 

Without you.

-Louie Elliott