The Journey of a Moonrise

The navy sky is almost black
And stars are scattered
The full moon rests
On the edge of the horizon
We watch it closely
From the deck of our lake house
As if it's about to roll away
Across the trees
Now a lonely gray cloud
Lazily moseys across
Cutting it into unequal halves
It shines like a colossal flashlight
Across the black water
Creating a path across the rippling lake
Appearing at the right
A solitary boat motors
Disturbing the silence
Enhancing the silence
And disappearing to the left
It is becoming difficult to see my nearly full paper
To scrawl what I see
Transferring the world's scenery
To my words
Because it is growing darker
Because the moon is hiding
Behind the black spindly tree
Illuminating the tree's silhouette
The moon ascends now
Above the crooked tree
It is a brilliant peach color
And brightening by the second
We sit and watch
In silence
And wish
This wasn't our last night
On the lake