Forcing its glow upon closest billows,
To smother the dark density.
Affirming it’s superiority.
The half moon of a full moon night,
All the sky was offering.
Clouds obscuring clarity.
Yet, no doubt, the fullness exists,
In its spherical certainty.
Anchored above sturdily.
Radiance diminished by perception,
Senses often employed carelessly.
When all are bathed in the celestial reality.