Ode to the Moon (2 April, 2006)

the moon is reclining on her back.  she fades in and out like the fickle grin of Alice's cheshire cat.  i am gazing up at her through the windshield, and she is smiling on me through the artificial glow of headlights and street lamps.  she is smiling as if in mockery of these feeble attempts to capture her glory in sparks of amps and wire.  and she is right to much this.  for no mere mortal can capture the beauty of the luminescent cheshire temptress.  she is light ephemeral, ethereal.  she is sight in the dark, and feeling before knowing.  she is truth unveiled and mysteries decoded.  she is the moon goddess, and she is brilliant.