night sky

a blanket that is not smoothed out

the light from a full moon can be piercing 

making eyes water 

bright and blurry

until shifting gaze

looking differently into the distance

the nuances of the moon’s exterior 

are in full view

detail takes my breath

and gives it to the beauty of the moment 

the stark difference between brightness and dim

the eyes see colors long after they look away

left with the remnants of what it was like to see contrast

like ghosts that follow

until they dematerialize into the softness of night

the cover

the blanket

that provides protection while the mind settles into itself

and the new stars dance

in new ways

to new timing

to new music

the wonder of which

the depth of which 

is infinite