Lunar Dreams in Ink

It is the moon

that stirs me to dream.

It fills the night

with an exclamation

that faith has slain impossible.

That brilliant orb is my encourager.

If it can steal the stage from myriad stars

that own so many nights, I can walk

out from under the cloud of “I can’t.”

Words are my dream,

to see  them reach beyond

that blinking cursor

that translates them

from my scribbled notes.

I have fear, joy, sorrow, hope

that is not unique but universal

to each one who calls earth home.

If I have the gift to communicate

from life’s well I have drank from,

then I can place the cup of my words

on the lips of those whose voices are parched.

I am a dreamer of words great and small

and with my beloved moon to inspire

I shall take them from my solitary world

into a book that hands can hold,

thumb through its pages and

read my heart written in bold print.

©Susie Clevenger 2012
Written for New World Creative Union's
Wednesday Wake-Up Call 7/25/2012 "Dreams"