The moon shown threw
White lace criss cross
Soft ropy tendrils
Capturing for a moment
The full golden orb

Suspended against a black onyx sky
Surrounded by strobe light stars
Eerie images succumb
To cotton batting textures

Imprisoned in sensual softness
It Awaits the break of day
As Lacey textures disipate
Amid the morning haze

01/08/2007