Hiemal

Laying under the veil Of an enthralling glow Brought forth from the horizon As it whispers slow Deceitfully daunting disk Dangling deep from overhead With its dark and mangled craters Depth that distance came to dread And oh how the thought did Warm my mind Of it sitting in the sky Floating long after I I wonder, from there All that's here to be seen- A blissful ball Made of blue and green Beyond all the battles Buried by we And our crippling control Of the chaos we flee From here the gift of depth As the moon dances overhead It's delicately perfect form- A shape separation has misled And so the closer you look The more outliers you'll find If what we see is but a circle We know its craters reveal the lie Perfection is only seen from afar But isn't it kind of comforting To be from far away? As I gaze into the moon From the snow on which I lay