Your light ever so subtle but yet again, so bright. So convoluted... by the mysteries of the night.
Clouds of misty blue magically floating all over you.
and I wish... I wish... I could too.
Thin as a whisper, in the silence of the night, like a veil of fine lace draped softly about your face.
So sheer... Then solid does replace. Sometimes I can see but an inkling of your face.
Or you become but an ethereal line of light. In every form you are a truly remarkable sight.
Your lines curved between clouds, like a majestic bird soaring in flight... A power, a wonder Of the night.
Then alas, you reappear in full view, ever so slowly hazy and subdued.
You are the essence of the night. And for a moment you are in the clear, radiant and glowing, your brilliance all showing.
Your aura almost religious... The light with which you grace forming a muted cross about your face, as if God was standing in that space saying 'My Child, Keep the Faith.'
Alone, in this room I stare at this Blue Moon letting the peace of it sink in... Knowing, far too soon, it will shroud itself again.
I ask God, “Why do you show me such beauty, when again it must desist?”
He said, “My Child, I show you, so you believe that it exists…”
you are here: 
