The Moon

The moon always triggered dreams, always attracted me in the most strange ways. Since I was a child, I find myself looking at her, speechless. She (yes, its a she) triggers a powerful and endless attraction. I have always been a nocturnal person, the night appeals to me like a magnet, I rather spend the day sleeping and stay awake till late, awing at the beauty of a starred sky, of the sounds of the night. The moon seems to be in a constant fight between darkness and light, between showing herself in all her magnificent beauty, and hiding all her thoughts and secrets. Oh yes, she has the ability of choosing when to appear, when to hide, when to tease, when to shine. I wish I was her sometimes…or always. Untamed,  defiant, controlling the force of the sea, the height of the tides, teasing the sun, bringing calmness, silence, magic to a planet that is no longer silent, calm, or even magic.

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  1. S Alfred Baker

    Lovely..

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