Full moon

The full moon at night illuminates the trees and makes phosphorescent plants and ground cover. I awaken at night from the moonlight streaming through an uncurtained window. How many sentiments has moonlight evoked in poets and composers over the ages. For this moment, however, utter silence is sufficient evocation. No analogies need substitute for reality. The finger pointing at the moon is gone. The moon watcher, too, is irrelevant.