Weave silvery strings of moonlit inspiration

Into nocturnal tapestries

 

Drape them over raw thoughts, memories, ideas…

Smoothing the jagged edges of consciousness

Into Poetic form

Or at least attempting…

Pulling illumination from the darkness behind stars

 

Words of wistful wisdom woven into the fabric of spacetime

Shrouding the true nature of all that is, was, and will ever be

The Truth blindingly beautiful in all its obscurity

Yet still unseen beneath these tapestries we weave