My Moon. My Muse

I don't know why I ever let anything put fear in my mind when I'm in the dark. The cover is so peaceful and private, so liberating and still. The moon is worthy of awe. The stars merit the simple fact of my mind completely incapable of comprehending how many people see that same star at that very moment. The idea of Mother Moon and Father Time bringing two people together from different worlds. I imagine there was a Woman about my age, standing before the moon questioning the very existence of each the stars and the moon at that same moment in time. I know I looked at every star in the sky wondering to myself "which one does She find solace in?" Realizing that in fact, it isn't Mother Moon nor is it Father Time that brings me peace, but this Woman…and the way thoughts of Her consume my days and dance across my mind in the night. I am certain, given the chance to stand before Her, my mind would take a peaceful halt and my heart would slow to a quiet stance. The two would no longer try to comprehend the many facets of this Woman the way the two battle over words in my mind and the way the two attempt to comprehend the Moon and the Stars. My mind would not stumble over the words that are inspired by the feelings in my heart. I would not need to articulate to this peace-bearing Woman, anything that my soul felt or my mind thought or even that my heart desired; for I am certain that as I stood captivated by Her, not unlike I was by the galaxy last night, She would understand. She would realize She brings me peace and hope the way my beautiful Nephew gave me the notion of a blank canvas and his life mapped out in brilliant shades and textures. Knowing that God has created this child and already picked out every color to be used in this beautiful Masterpiece that will someday be a Father, a Grandfather, a Brother, and an honorable man. I imagine that the colors that He has chosen are brilliant shades of bold. Red for His passion, Blue for His patience, Green for His serenity, and even a few dark shades to teach him His grace and empathy… I see the same canvas with my beautiful Nephew as I see in this woman that fills my thoughts. Every emotion, inspired by hope, not expectancy, but hope.