The Love of the Moon


As the crickets sing sweet lullabies

The frogs hum an aristocratic tone

Stars fancy a twinkle

The moon so bright, on it's throne

Street lights tend to flicker

As if they have sleepless tire

Moths dance where shadows won't

As if they'd catch on fire

The grass is kissed with a wetness

So sweetly lingered into dawn

Whispers of remembrance flow

Left, as suddenly as it's spawned

Flowers reaching for the skies

Welcoming the warmth of rays

The moon honing for his love

Beckoning the day

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Van "Glow"

There is an abstract surreality between your lines.

I am always in search of such esoteric night whispers.

The way your essence absorbs, and then reflects  this atmosphere is intriguing to me.

"...Moths dance where shadows won't

As if they'd catch on fire..."  - What a set of words..!!

Thank you for a glimpse into the way noctournal emissions resonate to such a unique soul.



"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.


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Thank you for such a lovely

Thank you for such a lovely compliment. I wanted to convey a nostagic dream. Something you think of when remincsing about love, summer, and endless nights. Beauty is all around us, and too many people let it all pass by. I want to notice everything around me. Give everything my undivided attention...and give a voice to way I feel. <3

**if it's an eye for an eye, then we'll all go blind.**