The Crescent Moon

Climbing the stairs of shadows,
To peak upon the crescent
Shape of the moon,
My heart is eclipsed,
With a pale, white glow,
As dark velvet, felt,
Wears the night's fabric,
Touching, weighing a nautical,
Transposed gravity,
Shifting my view.

I am liberated when the
Sun shines through any
Atmosphere here,
And engulfs dancing voids of
Earthen, planetary horizon,
In cycles, both in
Hour glasses and shores,
Counting on the grain,
As rotating, weaving, orbiting,
Was the matter of energy.

Light stretched,
Almost massless,
Spinning, spanning to the furthest
Reach of the cosmos,
As radiance gathers
The celestial tides
Of spiraling planes
Zooming in and out of
Stars, galaxies,
Interdimensional fractals.

In the distance here,
A shining meadow basked,
As the vampiric darkness
Shed itself,
Embarking far away,
As above hills, and
Down sunny slopes,
A wavelength there,
Could be seen as
Particle resolution.

The enveloping sky
Permeated from
All four corners,
Folding through the
Curvature's bend,
Until hyperspatial fathom
Could relate,
And dispose observation to
Collapse probability
Through future understanding/under-standing.