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.