Reclaimed Realms

30x40 (inches) Oil, collage and abalone shell on stretched linen. 

He faces off

against the moon,

As the crowd of grass sways

endlessly in unison.

Until then, He thought

the moon to be His friend

But in that cold light,

The truth was revealed

It wasn’t a friend,

But His true love.

Alone, together

They uncover the mysteries.

He peers into Her,

Cascading

into the rhythm of celestial

Bodies of water pouring

Into the night.

This is where he finds his freedom.

---Poem by Jake Dunn