I write this in the moonlight
Alone perched amid a high top
And I stare out
Out into the sky
Why does the sky cease to end to our eyes
And why that when it does end
It simply continues on in a new way
And the moon
Sitting idly by
Casting light
But what is this light but a mirror
Yet without red
It is the sun away from suns yes
A light not bringing life
Sunlight in another form
But still sun
Is it still sun
When all things go on what do they become
But another of themselves
No
In the shadows everything loses color
It loses life
And without life how are we to judge
Judge on the dead
And the growing
But again this is all life
In one way or another
Life goes on
It goes on and on
So is life time
Or is time life
No puzzles
Or tricks
Will this be easy enough to understand
I hope