A Dream

white moons hang next to one another

bringing heaven’s presence and earthy observer

to notice…

Hanging like large bulbs lighting existence,

closer and closer they merge into one light

colliding …

looking across the way into the darkness

the moon dust falls light on a field of magnificent emerald

green elephants…

they move as though dancing without music,

gracefully they silhouette around the other

peacefully moving…

again I look upon the heavens and the moons

have separated again, white light emerging

toward the other…

cataclysmic they collide once again,

burst into a million stars

the heavens reflect…

Blue Moon

Christine McNeill-Matteson

June  2015