21 June 2012
The rising moon gentles the night, Softens the stars glittering bright, Tucking cloaks of shadowy robes Into the hillsides rippling folds.
My breath hangs in the high desert air, The only cloud seen anywhere. The night's as quiet as it is clear, Forever to see and nothing to hear.
The sky reflects peace so profound, Rings like a bell without any sound. Snow mantled mountains shine in the west, Beacons of strength, giants at rest.
The crisp, cold air sublimes away Crystal veils that separate Us from all that we truly are, The distant past and the distant stars.
Winter's Moon • Opuss № I