Power of the moon

How bright the moonlight can shine?

But it doesn’t shine. It is translucent. It does not have the power itself, but absorbs it – breathes new life into it – a new face, an unknown myth.

Pure and clear, as dark and light – a pearly shimmer in the black of the night. A white spark in the sunset, a fading greeting in brightness.

Over and over, again and again. Again and again every day – all year round. Shining so dull and so lovely.

So strong and yet powerless in its being.