Loud Moon

The moon was loud this morning -
early, early morning
that should have been dark
but the searchlight glared through my window

piercing my dreams
hurting my head
geosynchronous

it planned to stay

A searchlight drilling into my head,
attacking, trying to control me!
A screaming rock
blasting its light like a weapon

Drilling -
lighting up the room

This was no reflection of the sun -
It had its own source.

Aliens?

Perhaps,
or just my broken brain
reflecting the evil
of the Universe

Evil indifference,
practical joke -

Make us care!
Make us love!
and be vulnerable -
then take it away

Shine the light on it

Our foolishness
Our weakness
Burn it with the light of reality
Sear it with the coldness of space -

but not completely

Leave us hope,
Leave us faith
Leave us with the courage 
to try again

Leave us with inspiration
that light also brings -
the light of morning
the light of dawn
the light of thought,
of reason

of love

“Cold-hearted orb,
that rules the night,
removes the colours
from our sight

red is gray
and yellow white
but we decide
which is right

and which is illusion.”

* “Late Lament” - Graham Edge