Crescent Moon

A crescent moon

Hangs low on the horizon

I pause at my bedroom window

Contemplating the view

I cease my meandering thoughts

And engage fully in feeling

Stretching my consciousness

Out over the city

The lights against the backdrop

Of dark night sky

Gives a sense of something beautiful

But reality lives on the periphery

And I’m thoughtful of the people

I’m reminded that most

Can’t fathom the depths

At which real life truly lives and breathes

There is so much more than the eyes

Can superficially see

There is more to life

Than the collection of shiny things

If you never wake up

The moments of this dream will be squandered

On nothing but sparkling toys lacking true and lasting meaning

It’s no way to live

It’s no way to be

Not when the only thing you take with you

Is the love you build inside and with others

Sleep now dear city

I whisper to the darkness

May you awaken in this dream

When the sun next returns

(c) 2012 photo/words Jaie Hart