A Half Moon Hangs

A half moon hangs
in a cloud filled sky
while a soft wind sings
thru the pines
pushing clouds
into the mountain...
like sequins
on midnight blue-
luminous stars
guide my gypsy soul
thru the darkness…
I look at the summer sky
and feel as
as a gnat...
Heaven, so vast
me, so small…
but I know
I'm loved
all in all

By Sharon Frye