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
Cheeky Monkey Poetry 