Ladder to the Moon

One night, the moon, it called to me.

It sang of stars and dark of night

Of solitude

Not loneliness.

Winter sighs and wings of light,

It called to me.

One night, I answered, silently.

I knew the moon had left a right

To find my voice

In emptiness.

Shining skies and heart's delight.

Yet silently.

The moon, it reached to me below

With moonbeams' rays

In ladder shape

Inviting to ascend.

Then intuition bade me, go

To brighter days

Of moonlight's haze

And broken souls to mend.

I climbed to stars and sighs of night

To winter wings and dark of light

To solitude and shining skies.

All this I found through ladder's rise

And saw with moonbeam's eyes.