In the shadows of the moonset When the stars have not yet Winked themselves to sleep, In the deep of the pre-dew dawn While the fairies still dance on toadstools And coyotes cackle on ridgelines I walk into depths of pine.
Only coffee-eyed commuters pass, Early morning drivers still pushing Sleep from the corners of their minds.
The darkened road leaves no place for footsteps But the dog knows the way, Small paws pattering the pavement.
I feel your spirit walk beside Me in the darkness like a friend Steps mirroring mine And I know that if my hand Were two inches to the right It would bump into you.
And you dive into the depths with me One foot after the other until the light shifts
And moonshadows become the quiet Stillness of a lover's stroll.
After traveling the far edges of the universe, Jon Silvestri has found home in the mountains of Northern California, where he spends his days chasing beauty and writing poetry.
