I walk into the twilight sky and the eye of the moon. Blessed trees are there eternal.

I breathe for what seems for once and feel the waves recede.

I’ve stepped into the crystal. Like a pocket of pooled night hiding from the dawning sun.

And in the crystal I regain my memories of this world. This sacred world. How can we not live in it? Must we keep wed to these shackles? How can we not live in this world? In this world that is within the crystal always. Perhaps in the twilight we can all visit it and make our choice one day.

A few further steps into my trance, the moon has been perfectly imprisoned. Object and subject are splendidly superimposed. I manage to be thankful for this moment and my experiencing.

Would this world be as beautiful without the inner one? An eclipse is beautiful in perspective, but not solely so.

Thoughts as these I have as I continue to walk.

Imperfect, I know the observer sees not only past the eyes. The words are coming.

So I chisel away at the intervening truth; half of me within the crystal still.

---

Past a known place visited infrequently, I see a promise and follow it to a special place. The twilight air is stronger here. I push onward and am welcomed by the sight that time and season had hidden from me, but then revealed at this moment.

In the distance, I see a city amidst the trees at sunset. Will I see it again? The moon – another moon, one much freer – frames the sky, but I don’t feel her eye on me.

I walk across the moonlit stage, awake.

I mark the place, knowing I will never come back to it, but try again in vain. I leave.

What a beautiful moment I lived, in this crystal, but life moves on.

---

It’s felt like life has moved on for me for some time now.

But that’s unfair; it is me who let it move on. It’s been me. I have been a coward, most wretched. And betrayed myself greatly. There is a child within that’s hurt and grieving.  And there are those around me I have betrayed as well.

They have been forgiving, perhaps knowing better than I how to forgive. But I’m unsure if I’m ready to do that for myself yet.

See, I’ve been thinking for some time now that I’ve spoiled everything I’ve been given. Become my own antonym.

But I look up and see the trees remain. And I am still here. An outstretched hand confirms it.

In my mind I repeat to myself a phrase I saved to remind me to not lose my way.

I’m not too far gone.

---

As I walk back, I am thankful for this surfacing. This return.

I take a deep breath; as one eye shuts, another opens and I see the island far away and the night sky of a thousand years ago. The gull shadows trace a story against the stars.

A moment. A moment within a crystal.

What dreams will I remember when I wake?

I walk into the twilight sky and the eye of the moon. Blessed trees are there eternal.

I breathe for what seems for once and feel the waves recede.

I’ve stepped into the crystal. Like a pocket of pooled night hiding from the dawning sun.

And in the crystal I regain my memories of this world. This sacred world. How can we not live in it? Must we keep wed to these shackles? How can we not live in this world? In this world that is within the crystal always. Perhaps in the twilight we can all visit it and make our choice one day.

A few further steps into my trance, the moon has been perfectly imprisoned. Object and subject are splendidly superimposed. I manage to be thankful for this moment and my experiencing.

Would this world be as beautiful without the inner one? An eclipse is beautiful in perspective, but not solely so.

Thoughts as these I have as I continue to walk.

Imperfect, I know the observer sees not only past the eyes. The words are coming.

So I chisel away at the intervening truth; half of me within the crystal still.

---

Past a known place visited infrequently, I see a promise and follow it to a special place. The twilight air is stronger here. I push onward and am welcomed by the sight that time and season had hidden from me, but then revealed at this moment.

In the distance, I see a city amidst the trees at sunset. Will I see it again? The moon – another moon, one much freer – frames the sky, but I don’t feel her eye on me.

I walk across the moonlit stage, awake.

I mark the place, knowing I will never come back to it, but try again in vain. I leave.

What a beautiful moment I lived, in this crystal, but life moves on.

---

It’s felt like life has moved on for me for some time now.

But that’s unfair; it is me who let it move on. It’s been me. I have been a coward, most wretched. And betrayed myself greatly. There is a child within that’s hurt and grieving.  And there are those around me I have betrayed as well.

They have been forgiving, perhaps knowing better than I how to forgive. But I’m unsure if I’m ready to do that for myself yet.

See, I’ve been thinking for some time now that I’ve spoiled everything I’ve been given. Become my own antonym.

But I look up and see the trees remain. And I am still here. An outstretched hand confirms it.

In my mind I repeat to myself a phrase I saved to remind me to not lose my way.

I’m not too far gone.

---

As I walk back, I am thankful for this surfacing. This return.

I take a deep breath; as one eye shuts, another opens and I see the island far away and the night sky of a thousand years ago. The gull shadows trace a story against the stars.

A moment. A moment within a crystal.

What dreams will I remember when I wake?