Night Vision

night vision

as the full moon rises

I sit and watch its guiding light

in the crispness of the clear night sky

and marvel at its appearance

it is a beacon that finds me - steadies me

and the sharp lens of life

focuses me directly on my path

but then broken gray clouds

scud slowly across the silver form

partly obscuring it from my view

intermittent flashes under

black shapes rapidly running now

and suddenly it is gone -

my eyes are transfixed

in my constant search

for completeness

it too must long to be whole once more

my thoughts become unsettled

and I feel lost...

just when I think I shall never regain

sight of my mentor

the fury of the dark clouds passes

revealing the brightness

in its entirety

I stare at this lighthouse

the clarity of my vision returns

and my spirit is calm once again

Mother of Invention, always looking for a phase of The Guiding Light!