The Moon Reflects the Unseen Sun
mountain above, mountain below
Article voiceover
The moon reflects the unseen sun around the time of the sunrise or what would be the sunrise if it could be seen. But relax, resist the urge to speak when you have nothing to say about the onset of winter and the darkening of the day as sleep becomes a harbor in the cold wind of dark thoughts and a soft bed of dream invites you to hibernate so that, forgetting all your cares, you enter a lucid landscape of eternal memories, a reversal of miseries as you feel your way through the things you had been scorning and heal through the dismal morning until the wonder of the world again takes you unawares and you are captive of the joy that your own silence brings when silence secretly sings.
"But relax,
resist the urge to speak
when you have nothing to say"
I always have trouble with that part.
Fabulous poem Mr. Potter. How did you capture the textures of the surface of the moon in that photo?
One of the best I've read from you - and they are all excellent - the choice of vocabulary in this one is so spot on or 'appropriate', if I'm to be more formal. I'm not into fussiness, Jonathan, nor empty praise but I have to say - your work is a continual delight and lifts me, so often, from the gloom that constantly afflicts me.
Apologies if this is too 'gushing' or something. I guess, in short, your work is a real pleasure.