Moonrise

On the first warm night of spring

I lay on my bed with my window open

The cool breeze skates over my skin

Leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake

They are quickly aided by the warm air

The moonlight splashes over my room

As the last of the color is squeezed from the sky

A false sense of comfort falls over me

As the sounds of the rushing creek

Slowly lull me to sleep