two hours and twelve minutes after sunset

a glow appeared on the southerly horizon

suddenly the tip of the moon crept into view

slowly she climbed above the tree line

a full strawberry moon in a clear sky

she seemed so much bigger than when up high above

on such a quiet night the wind respectfully stood silent in awe

the still waters of the bay became a nocturnal mirror

while low in the sky she seemed to pause briefly 

reflecting a broad orange moonbeam onto the bay

this perfect carpet pointed directly towards me

inviting me to walk its path towards the moon

come visit me she whispered come visit me

I closed my eyes and flew over the bay

my magic carpet ride to the moon