Moved

The shadows hover; 

Around the moon;

The stars glisten;

As you listen;

To the black and navy sky;

Are you moved?

As much as me;

Will you drop your attitude?

Or will you sleep?

Endlessly dreaming;

Of another new thing;

What will it take to move you?

Into another atmospheric groove,

That has no end;

Where you can't pretend,

Or find another use for the sky;

Than plant and flower your eyes;

Into the night;

Into the dimension;

Of water color paint; 

And twinkling lights..

Are you moved?

Black and navy paint

A little bit of white and yellow

Hunter green for the trees

And gray for the shadows