by Matthew DiNatale

All things that may be, will be, are.
For fate is more luminous than the shining star.
On reality’s cloth, its light.
Shining in radiant frequencies bright.
Calming the cold dark fears of the night.
The moon is auburn, blue, and white.
And of the amalgam of frequicies, true sight.
For all things that may be, will be, are.
In our perspective of that star.