Startled from my sleep,
I gaze through the window—
painted by an anonymous artist
across the pathways of the sky.
No stars to accompany it,
standing all alone,
stretching and spreading—
the full moon shines,
a milky glow of light.
Feb 5
Feb 5, 2026 at 5:51 AM UTC
Startled from my sleep,
I gaze through the window—
painted by an anonymous artist
across the pathways of the sky.
No stars to accompany it,
standing all alone,
stretching and spreading—
the full moon shines,
a milky glow of light.
This poem was written in a moment that arrived unannouncedbetween sleep and waking. It does not try to interpret the moon or the night, but simply stays with what was seen and felt. If the images feel quiet, solitary, or lingering, let them remain so. The poem asks only for presence, not meaning.
