Big and brightIt stood and watched me.Shattering as ISkipped stonesAcross the surfaceOf theSolid lake,The ripples spread itsPerfect whiteness.Silent but bold.It moved the ocean waters.It was howled at by theWolf,Enraged by loneliness.It lit the path of theDead night.I cup the cool, crispWater in my hands andSplash them on my face.The dropsCapture its raysAnd I am splashedWith moonbeams.