The king Of The Pale Grey...

"The king looks out over his balcony into the clear night sky as Clair De Lune plays ever so softly in the backdrop of his room.  Gazing into the glory of the fullest moon he sighs as he can still find the silhouette of her pretty face.  He finds comfort in this..."

Excerpt taken from: Epiphany Of The Pale Grey by moses apollo

And still more as yet to fathom by all grace granted him, shown him...and loved into him. Understanding now that all what should deem him beautiful is simply the resonance of beauty within the beholder, the taker, the giver, the lover. Both known and unknown, seen and unseen...there is no "beauty" without the power of symbiosis called into play by internal design that so many miss. As yet another dance requiring both to be moved by the same music and just as one is moved by a work of art that touches a portion of ones' very soul...so does this thing we call "beauty". 

"So wherein can I boast? says the king. I can be blessed and drawn in by such grace given me...to move another to silliness, lust, love or passion but how can I call such a thing universally mine? I cannot...

Still no fool am I. Nor purposely blind to destiny, fate or design to claim a false humility that appeases the blind and insecure. I acknowledge my place in this dance and will move as I am called to move...with all manner of care and understanding. To do well to implant and supplant through experience, breath or touch of both. Associations that will ever touch to enlighten, breathe to inspire and burn to impassion. To do and be as I am designed to do...and be..."

"My moon has taken breath...her silence has marked her beauty..." 

"She waits..." says the king...

~moses apollo