JOURNEY

JOURNEY
The blue moon in its splendor
compared to a woman's face.
As her mind slowly drifted..
Into inner depths of her ocean
Floating with the clouds,
As they raced past the moon.
An escape with sweet lucidity,
That ends much too soon.
She moves best in the night,
Her heart, mind and soul.
Where with peace she can meet,
For a late night stroll.
The moon with all its beauty,
Saved her on this night..
As she danced among the stars,
On her tranquil midnight flight.