There again,

distant indications

always aware above

all other aspects of reality.

Glance through windows,

presence has arrived

to perhaps cause shudder,

maybe another frame of mind,

before actually seeing the light itself.

Whole neighborhoods respond to your coming alive,

in the shadowy grace of cast marvels.

We all may wonder

as your trail wanders across the sky,

yet still when we remain and your light

travels further away,

could we recognize the same notion

exists many miles away,

as do others while the words measure on,

defining purpose again,

under the light of the moon.