Moon
A reflection of a sunlight we will never see, someone else's sunlight, sunrise,
sunset.
A reflection of another world, a ball of fire turned cold,
silver night, a magical shiver of moonshadow.
A glimmer of mystery from a mass of rock and iron and..
cheese?
Iron that casts metallic orbs across our everynight, our night cloaked
in darkness, yet advertising a glimmer of hope.
A glimmer of hope of tomorrow, the sunlight a new day will bring, or perhaps the
beauty of yesterday?
The remaining blanket