I don’t have a single adjective
to describe the morning after.
I left last night barefoot, starry
eyed, staring at the moon in
sheer delight of light, watching
wishes fall into place, one by
one, leaving darkness behind.
This day came showering in,
gentle and enlightening; just
another fairy tale leftover from
youth, dangling like a star, but
no longer too distant to reach.
~day 11 NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National poetry month)