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…”