Celestial Musing

I lie on a bed of grass, huddled beneath this vast expanse of night sky with the breeze passing in light swirls over my upturned face, all my senses alight. I gaze at that smooth disc of ardent argent, unmarred by confining cloud or pestiferous phase, clear, full, and impossibly bright. I wonder at what's brought me here, to this point in my life; so many, many questions to be asked; and all posed to that strictest and secretive guide, that which we style as a soul. Rumination, on this field of earth and in the endless fields of the mind, provides precious few answers; yet I continue, ever and anon, to question, for such, it seems, is my lot. Is all that's transpired due to the designs of destiny, fate's decree - or simply the cruel caprices of chance? Is there a reason, dictated by eternity's will, for a lone heart to suffer so; for entwined stars to be torn apart, one to soar, beautiful and shining, and one to fall, scarred and dimmed? The moon knows not, nor answers my call; distant and aloof, it returns my scrutiny, impassive and serene, it quells the raging storm inside me. Quieted, I linger, somehow unable to leave - and for a time, remain, entranced under the pale orb that floats the night above.