Night Sky

Night Sky with reverence depicted: a smattering of birds dislodged from their hideout among the trees; a bleak streak of white, sparse and fragile, in front of the Moon's ecstatic, soft face of Light, her beams splayed over the World to illumine strange scenes and goings-on, all while I stand rooted to my lust for more images like this, or to seal them forever— What if they go unappreciated? What on earth shall I do? but in the end, things are sacred and strange, and the Moon cannot die as long as we strive, which we shall, and so in this do I find reassurance, cuckolded and scolded by my eyes to let go of what passes me, long as I pass it all by.

10/07/2016 West Vancouver