Against

The moon cannot be contained by the sky tonight. 
It stretches out, beating back, against the inky mass of blackened blues, against indigo, against a purple haze, against a slither of violet in the distance where the sun still sits on the horizon. 
No it is the moons glory tonight. 
It's full belly, round in golden hues, casts a halo of light that streaks out, silver orbs shimmer and soak the edges of the surrounding clouds, lace of light and shadow.

Lightening pours itself out in giant sheets and cracks the face of the sky in sharp, disjointed cuts, 
like a knife in unskilled hands. 
These crooked bolts, ripping into the blue and the black of the night, slicing it from sky to sea, tearing against that oppressive darkness as though it could fight it off. 
The skies ache with the sound of applause, erupting in brash pleasure with every streak of light that coats its surface. It rumbles against the pressure, against unseen constraints and finds its path.

The moon rises higher and the slices of dusk fall away so it is only moon and stars and lightening that paint the sky

Shards of silver that blot against the black so that even the night must know that it is light that remains, that it will beat back against the black and forge a way

this moonlight cannot be housed

and the dark cannot be kept;

at least not there in the air

The moon licks at the sea but she is like a barren woman; the light dies at her surface.It seeks her out, pushing through salt and spray but there is nothing for the light to lay claim to. 
This mass which mirrors the sky in day, now mirrors the sky in night. In the sun, it embraces the light like a lover, and in the dark it pushes against it, against the cool caress of the hard light of the moon. 
She takes and reflects nothing back, this impenetrable liquid fortress, this mistress to no man and master to all. Under the moons watch she becomes a sullen place of sunken pleasure, a comfort that only darkness finds soothing. 
But tonight, the moon will not abandon the effort. 
Tonight, the moon drips with blood and honey and is heralded across the sky by the blaze of a lightening tongue.