Moonlight
dripping through the inky darkness, a translucent watercolor of light
against the black canvas night. It's opalescent glow drowns all but
the strongest stars as their light flickers and fades only to break
through again, as if their burning mass was struggling to tread water
inside a vast ocean of pitch. The moon their only beacon even as
it's light drowns their own radiance.
The
crisp night air steals breath as the wind wisps it away, adding to
it's collection of whispered wishes and unspoken dreams. Perhaps
they'll reach the ears of hope hidden somewhere beyond the veil of
the unknown.
The
light, the dark, the wind, the chill, the hopes, the dreams, the ever
being, from birth to death, from first to last breath, and everywhere
in between, the moon.... she see's it all and reflects it back to
those who take the time to stop and truly see.
03/01/2013
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