Tender Hearts
I awoke to the moon,
like a giant, celestial snail creeping
across the night sky,
leaving a sparkling trail of light
in her wake.
Haunting the trees
with silver ghosts
and half forgotten memories
of full moons
and hard stars
and tender hearts.
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Linda Studley 
Ah, that is lovely. Reminds me a bit of ‘Silver’ by Walter de la Mare. Your poem creates a wonderful ethereal atmosphere and those last three lines are inspired. I really don’t know how you maintain such a high standard 🙂
Aw, Shucks…. 🙂