A steel motion view of pillow-like haze.
Looks and sees the brilliance within us
from under a barricade of our excuses.
Nighttime is where glow shows itself best.
The moon is the lantern that dreams it
will one day become the sun;
The vitamin D, the milk in your glass,
a shield that waves music and light
into eternity while it appears voiceless.
For now, as the Moon, it floats watches, listens.
Its reach grabs a spot to call home
on every coast. Its kindly chase is
welcomed and yearned for like all
true untouchables that have ever existed.