The Invisible Wand

Wrapped in the solitude of one blessed night the moon-eyed moon wanders lightly and alone inside a vast and deep, darkly expansive sky Dark cores of light glide through a dormant ether, as butterfly shadows play softly against a dense canopy of leaves. A still figure appears as if by chance, underneath the cadence of the light, swaying like wavering puppets on a string she meditates on the fast appearing stars ... Creating magic from the tatters of the night she's an invisible wand to the world but unto thyself, she is as full, as the moon.