The Full Moon

I looked up at the full moon

Bright

Brilliant

Beautiful

Calling my name in its blood red glory

The illusion of the horizon

Beautiful

They told me to look away

To dismiss it like a dream

A wonderful, horrible dream

Illusion

Just an illusion

But it calls to me, nonetheless

Calls me to be wild, untamable,

Horrific

Beautiful

Brilliant

Calls me to be alive

And I realize

It is not the color of the moon—

The red of the moon

That is the illusion

It is my life

I live

Meaningless

I breathe

Meaningless

Ha! They claim to see the illusion in the skies—

But cannot see the illusion in themselves!

Meaningless

That's what life is

The life we live

But it was meant to be like the moon

Bright

Brilliant

Untamable

Wild

Free

Beautiful

From the beginning—

A beautiful illusion