The Moon Made Her a Halo

By Naomi Horner

 

moonlight

streamed

through the open

window,

 

casting

silver glow

upon the

liquid

keys

of the piano

 

the 

black

and 

white 

so

stark

in fluorescent

lighting,

were now

softened

by the night

 

a breeze blew

into the room,

 

magnolia petals and

green leaves

riding the wind

as if returning

home

from a

long journey

 

and her?

the still figure

silhouetted

against

the stars?

 

the child

slept

there upon the

windowsill

leaning against

the wall

 

as if

keeping a quiet

vigilance

that even in rest

she couldn’t bear

to break

 

and the full moon

watched her,

and decided to make her

a crown

 

a halo of silver

entwined in her hair

as if to remind any who

saw

the still form

 

that serenity

should

never

be taken

for granted