I thought I was able to make a video from this piece I entitled “Moon Rush” but words fail to describe this, within the length of explanation. Expressions seem to emotionalize through visuals, but this night, it is meant to be read and understood. I am drawn to the consciousness of what is in the night, as creation and expressions shine so bright!
Acknowledging the sleepless nite! O, how I remember thee!
You come and beg of me a journey of endless lines.
So here I am – flipping through the pages and my gratitude is revealed by looking at you!
O, humble night; I have been slain through the unending symmetry.
Morning is here, by the rush of the moon.
No one truly studied the glow in the night – the sacred light that beams through the sky.
Looking in the daylight sky, she is hidden by the covering of the day and passing clouds.
Stars as meek and shy to the galaxies unknown reveal their great posture and fire.
Hollow is the night, which invites the carnal eyes who visit the nightmares of darkness.
As if you were on fire from within.
The moon lives in the lining of your skin!
Peculiar passions of haunting depictions which write on the stars!
writing until the pen runs N2 paradise clarity! (by uniform & random means) 