MOONLIGHT FIESTA

Its late in the night...
And i sit at the window...
And watch the world outside...
Bathed in the moonlight...
A Beethhoven's sonata plays softly on the radio...
And an air of lightheadedness washes over me...
I watch as the moonlight creeps over the landscape...
Casting long shadows on the ground...
And i feel relaxed...
Happy...
Ethereal even...
And i wonder what magic the moonlight holds...
That makes me want to throw up my heels in joy...
Throw all my restraint to the winds...
And go prancing with joy...
Under the starry sky...
I want to go skipping down paths unknown...
And just like the little girl i once was...
Go searching for elfin fairies that existed in the stories
my father used to read out to me...
Walk over shimmering clouds...
Till i reached the moon...
So cool, pale, pretty in a mystic way...
I have always been fasinated with the moon...
So in love with it...
Its pale light drapes eveything in a magical glow...
Its light neither harsh nor piercing...
Bathes life in a soft embrace...
Divulging beautiful secrets that the harsh light
of the sun generally obilerates...
Hiding small flaws that the sun light exposes...
Night time holds a great mystery...
In the moonlight even the simplest of things
hold a mysterious air about them...
The night wrapped in moonlight...
Arouses an undescrible feeling...
A feeling where you could believe in magic even...
The night time reminds me of all the Enid Blyton books i read as
a little kid...
And i almost ferverently wish a tiny pixie would come
a knocking on my window pane...
And sit me upon a fluffy cloud...
And carry me to lands unknown...
The moonlight awakens the child in me...
As the moonlight spreads its long silvery fingers over the land...
I dream, imagine, believe...
And loose myself...
In the heady feeling...
That is cast upon me...
Such is the magic over me...
Of the divine hand of God at night...
Of the 'MOONLIGHT'...