brief moments

the moon is still up in the daytime sky the satellite casts her gaze down upon the world in faded grace as i stare up in adoration at her pick marked face

the funeral procession stretches on for miles as the police officer stands in the cold wind directing them along their sad path down the empty road to nowhere

there is a subtle beauty to the moon peaking out of her domain to watch the soul of a fallen one on to the afterlife as the sun battles for supremacy in the sky

there is something haunting at the knowledge some have hundreds that brave the cold to see them off while the world spins on without notice

and here i sit watching them, enthralled at the small things that bring us all together in this dream that is lifedrama for the brief moments of existence

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