Crescent_Moon

Moonbeams are really
just silver rays of sun
if you think about it

I am not strong
my arms are thin and they tremble
and sometimes I can't even lift my backpack
and sometimes I can't stand up without falling back down

I stand 
facing the waves head on
but I really don't stand a chance

I want to lift my paintbrush to the sky
and dabble across the horizon
streaks of blue and gold

I want to look to the heavens 
and paint each tiny star
onto the midnight sky