I fall into these twilight hours,
  Body drifting, mind awoken;
Captured by these moonlit powers;
  Spirit lifting, life has spoken.
Trails of thoughts that lead to peace,
  Ego resting, soul at ease;
How can one explain the pull?
  The simple joy of living full?

Realized fantasy, dreaming awake,
  Finding a reason to do what it takes...

To live your own life
  And not someone else's;
To follow the wind
  And know who the self is.
To learn who you are,
  And learn how to think;
To listen to life,
  And laugh when she winks. ;)

When at night green seas touch the moon
pulling toward the shore, shiny creatures crawl the sands
in shells of watery homes, soon to drift away
swaying seaweed clings to metal rings of wooden boats and oars
Moon tides, ever pushing, pulling
transient sandy shores, and sings the light to follow
worlds emerge from dark of night, water filling up
the hollows

There is a small patch of forest just next to my house.
When I was little my sister and I would go there and dance and sing.
Today I decided to visit. Beer bottles and empty cigarette packs littered the ground.
I had been there in a while but someone had. I sat down on a rotting log and pulled out my own pack of cigarettes.
I stayed there, sitting on that log, accompanied by my thoughts and the sound of the wind rushing through the pines above.
It's as if the trees were speaking to me.

In an ancient and eminent language they whispered.
They told me stories the Moon wanted to remain unknown.
They sang to me songs the birds first whistled.
And with strength the river envied they swept me away.
The innocence of the pines was obvious in this serene place.