i can capture moonlight. it isn't so much capture as it is entice. i can walk through bleakness and find infinitesimal spots of reflected radiance. i call to it. i coax it. and slowly it becomes. becomes larger, brighter, more of what it already is. my eyes adjust not to the blackness that surrounds, but to those little glimmers. i focus and they grow to blinding.

i can do this with people too. though with them i am the moonlight. i am their reflected radiance. with their presence we can block out the darkness, seek out the slivers of light in each other and glow.

sometimes, though, they don't see me there. and i get to affect my moonlight magic in secret. i can call out the flickering brilliances within them, pull them to the surface and guide them through the night. sometimes they sleep through it, and they believe it something else that shone on them. but i know better.

sometimes it's lonely being moonlight. people forget that i'm there. their eyes don't tune well to my light most times and they miss out on what i bring them. or they see only what i'm showing them, and forget the luminescese itself. but still, i ease them through the darkest nights, soothing them, calming them, providing just enough to get them through to daylight.

and so it is i've done again. i've snuck in through closed doors to places shut off and distant. i've reached into the emptiness and found a spark of light to return to surface. this time though, my moonlight reflected her gleaming brightness that he had tried to forget. and true to form as moonlight, there is no credit here. that sun has again blinded him and it's only her glory that he sees.

so i retreat, as moonlight does, and return to the secret places that others fear to look. and i'm smiling as i'm going, knowing that while daylight is bright, it doesn't last forever, and i'll return to calm and coo, to soothe the souls, dry the eyes, and bring solace to the darkened heart.