I Wrote a Poem
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Staring at the moon
the other night
It had just come out on the horizon
... It had detail and depth...
It was big, bold, and beautiful
It had a burnt orange glow,
that incandesced into quicksilver,
a cold-fire as it rose quickly into the night sky....
The light of the moon that night was piercing
And illuminated everything.
It flooded through windows and lit the darkest, recessed places
I felt it watching me even as I slept
I could feel it almost physically... a presence in the room.
The following day it still remained!
Like an emblem, a Watcher.
Large and At Large... positioned on the opposite horizon
It was still watching me
fixated on my position
as I drove off to work.
For the next several nights...
it visited me
... showing me all of its glory and proudness
On the winter landscape, no tree could shield it
It's domination complete.
It is powerful and makes you think
With enough time to ponder it...
you may just be made aware...
It's wholeness...
something you can rely on
when other dreams
fall apart at the seams.