Water Moon

Random wonderings about the way things are.

 

  The water moon’s reflection paints an unfamiliar picture. Setting free, the words unspoken, lost within a young girl’s eyes. Reflecting hidden desires, confusing emotions, and colorful visions of hope. Twisted and contorted by the shadow casting city lights. As the traffics symphony drowns out the fading voices of individuals. Who’s faces are shrouded behind deceitful masks. Lying about who they are, unaware of who they are themselves. With the fall of day and the rise of night, the water moon appears. The pure liquid incandescent glow unveils your secrets and reveals your dreams. But most of the worlds inhabitants who face their unsought after perfection, stare at the stranger before them and ask, “Who are you?”