Sometimes A Blue Moon Turns Into Gold

Light so bright
piercing through the leaves
on the rows of peacefully sleeping olive tree’s   

I couldn't help but tilt my head upwards
towards the starry sky
and there she was…

tonight
she seemed to have an enormous smile
I imagined for a moment
her giant eyelashes winking at me

alas, just her smile
and that for me, was as good as gold.