Come To The Light

The stars were out in the night sky.   The light breeze was scented with jasmine, vanilla, spearmint, and chamomille.  Flowers were swaying and lighting bugs were flying showing there softness in light pinks, soft blues, gentle greens, and everything in between.

I was laying in the center of the daisy's, careful not to disturb their stance in the ground.  They surrounded like a shield against the darkness and the shadows.

Tears that have not fallen, that are held within, glisten and sparkle with my inner light.  Kept in sacred spaces in my spirit and heart.  I asked the blue moon, " Dear friend, I asked for him to come to the light. He decided to continue to stay in the shadows.  I do not have the strength to ask again."

"In my heart I went to the river by the rock and I still found myself, alone but not alone."

"My sweet darling, how did that make you feel?", the blue moon asked.

"Like a fool, again, and yet I am suppose to forget to be blue."

We both laughed and said our goodnights. I closed my eyes as I fell asleep as the scents of jasmine, vanilla, chamomille, and spearmint came again to say hello.  I drifted of to sleep as I felt safe and secure in the land of where nothing is real.