Knowledge in Moons

The embers of the fragile night— gone when the last gray leaf touches the ground. Truth begotten from thought and taking the meaning for all its worth— shadowy embers continue their fall into the night of a thousand white moons. Plummeting their colorless noise to the creatures below that slowly raise their arms in solemn recognition of the gift bestowed. They begin to grow, not in stature, but all in mind, as radiation seeps and grasps every living thing. Knowledge is born that night into the cold evening of a thousand beautiful moons. And the beauty rests, cast upon the earth, as the lonely light of a single candle makes every shadow dance.