The moon and I

Sharp air bites at my flesh

The cold cutting into more 

than just my meat and marrow.

The darkness consumes everything

It touches. 

Pitch black, I don’t know where I am—

Or who…

I can’t recall anything

But the night. 

Just when it seems I may never see 

reality again, opaqueness opens up, 

and the sky turns transparent. 

The stars never seemed so splendid. 

Do my eyes deceive, 

Or Is there light penetrating the dark?  

This light, illuminating my life,

Is in the world, but not of it.

As above, so below.

Then I notice:

the Moon, 

Wrapped in its ethereal glow, 

A mysterious halo of luminosity. 

Gray, but far from forlorn. 

In my darkest hour,

The moon showed me the way

Back to the light.

And when I followed, I found

The further back I went,

The lighter it got. 

Realization dawned—

Though the moon is a brother of the night,

Where else would the moon get its light?

It was the Sun all along.