Periphery

The moon pulls our eye.

Darkened grounds, low lit,

And the earth sighs.

Gentle streams of light,

Feed on our arms and thighs.

Rivers reflect a further guise,

A thing obscured from our sight.

As bright lines draw the edge of leaves,

And milk drips glint with reverie. 

Minds soon forget the cloak.

Orbs grow to see the sun at night.

Black trees and shadow skies.

With endless flutter and howling cries,

as the ether fills with spotted light.

Rising up, 

Radiance lures our eyes. 

Hungry to see, surrender, 

And not become blind.

Hills fade and colors transform,

From the corners we almost see it.

And we can only know, when

it leaves us all behind.