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.