The Divine Anodyne

The crescent moon shaped like a sand dune, overlooked many stars that lay below.

With rays piercing through the icy window, the hues changed without a moment's notice.

Orangy pink gave way to a yellowish white.

It hung, like a bright solitary jewel, surrounded by sparsely scattered diamonds.

The hands of time will tell, not what I wish to see or hear.

But only the hands of mine shall break or create those very fears...