Lilac Moons from a Master

As Infinitesimal leaves
plucked by a great seer
it started,

half-light birthed
and a lilac moon
erupted,
from a crown of pine

all this,
concealing
a master at work
 
I observed,
invisible hands
slowly smear
the canvas,
Water Lilies splash
in my pastel sky,
astonished

existing for eons,
since waters lapped
at Uluru,
since hanging rock
was submerged
never knowing a glory
of impression,
wedges of oceans
separated

and now,
lifetimes later,
Monet
paints the sky
in my awe

as bat wings spread
moving night,
through life's grandeur