Moonlit Shadow

Long ago, I was the child I was then.

On silvery nights
I roamed across
the dark green lea.

Up above, the moon
hovered, and awe
was all of me.

I moved, it moved.
I stopped, it stopped.
I didn't know why.

A guardian angel,
perhaps, that
egg yolk in the sky.

On winged feet,
I raced with glee,
across the meadow

to outrun and leave
behind the moon
and my shadow.

Tonight, I am the child I was, again.