"I've never seen a moon in the sky
that, if it didn't take my breath away,
at least misplaced it for a moment."
~Colin Farrell
Last night, lightly sleeping, I heard
my guy waking me. "Hey ld, come
down and see the moon; it's amazing."
Oh my God, he was sooooo right! I
simply sat on the stairs and breathed
her in for a long while . . .
What is it about the moon, anyway?
Me thinks 'tis pure magic! Does it
matter if it's new? Full? Half way in
between? Hell no!
For as long as I can remember, I've
revered the moon. It simply cannot
be helped. A certain mystique seems
to surround our lunar lady. She takes
my breath away . . .
I find my inner child telling Miss Luna
my darkest secrets, making her my
confidant, sobbing as she holds me in
her radiant emanations. Not sure I
could do this ever so demanding life
without her. Pray, I never have to!
moonbeams in my gloom
lunar lady come to me
so need you tonight
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