Feel What Cannot Be Seen
Moonlight eases through crevices
dancing across frosted panes.
Reflective slivers thread bare
crawl over lath and plaster
like braille written for the sighted.
A canopy recognized only through
the digits of millenniums gone by,
transcending day into night,
night into day.
What far light is lost to others
while shifting upon the wall,
for darkness can not be a fear
to those who've merely imagined
moonlights landscape.
Copyright © Christine Wessels | Year Posted 2011
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