Imperfect

One evening,
I watched the moon rise,
Being born
From a blue horizon.

A silver ball
With blotches on it's face.
Imperfect,
Yet perfect.

This large body
Looking down at me,
Rose to the heavens
And grew small.

I fell asleep
Under the moonlight.
When morning came,
I could not find it.

But it was there,
Looking down at me.
Perfect,
Yet imperfect.

* I always had an affection for the moon and the night sky. There is a quietness to the world when it's just you and the night sky. The world, the dramas of life melt away when you realize you are like a star, a dot in the night sky. Rambling again.

(pic:Experiment Garden)