the moon hid itself tonight.
... and if you closed your eyes to listen, you could almost hear the winds whispering their song. the faint breezes would tickle your senses, breathing in a new life into a weary soul. and they'd lift you up so you could sleep with the stars themselves, inhaling the colors of the night and the sounds of the heavens. one breath would turn the sky itself upside down, shaking what little stability we make of our lives, swirling a childlike sense of faith into the sky -- and you had never felt so graced by the presence of an Artist before.
it's nights like these that made me wish my hands were big enough to reach out to the sky and push the clouds away to let Your light shine through. but then You remind me... You haven't gone anywhere.