I pull-up
Under the moonlight
Where trees fall
unto heaven's respite

A dark overvoid
marred with patches of white
Opaque and oblique
Like a swan in flight
fueled by
Moonlight
Encapsulating all that is within
from one that is without

Like a great carpet engulfing the
Earth, creating
The shadows of the night
Inversion of the light

I rope myself closer to the moon each time
with moonlight as my guide
the distance infinite.
It moves.
I see with closed eyes.