27 October 2012
A silver eye, far away keeps me hoping for the advent of day
I slowly wade through the smooth waters still wondering at the moonlight
As it ripples around my slowly soaked feet, I feel cold as I realise the truth
That the moonlight on the water, as bright as it may be, in itself is no more than a mere reflection
An ever present wound, permanently reminding us of Day.
Moonlight On The Waters • Opuss № I