Full Moon

It hung in the sky, a heavy, silver galleon on a sea of inky, black velvet. Or maybe it was a mother of pearl pendant, resting on the dark, silk bosom of a beautiful lady. Or a watchful eye - Odin, staring out into the world, gaining knowledge of all things known and unknown.

It was an egg. It was a stone smoothed by the rivers of time. It was ancient within endless moments, and yet new and young in the sky.

It's gentle light illuminated what should have been an infinite dark, heralding a coming dawn that, in that moment, seemed an eternity away.

So near yet so far, I longed to reach out a hand, but I knew that doing so would shatter the illusion I was under.

"See what I meant?" I felt the warm presence of his body behind me, "It really is beautiful up here."