Moonrise

By Jeffrey M. Bowen

The moon peers over shadowed mountains,

Creating a million shimmers on a rippling lake.

I hear gentle laps against the nearby boulders.

The dark and I become friends.

It is as if somehow I have been delivered

To the shores of a magic world

Where moonlight heals my senses.

The journey pauses.

Peace wraps me in her arms

And whispers promises only I can hear.