Shining down magic to the senses. Closer, brighter, more majestic creation then all the rest. 


Lit up from outer space a true celestial being. None fair as much and pure with light than this moon.


Casting blessings, casting reflection. Love abundance devouring my existence.


Earthly endeavors fail in contrast to this moon. Far away, but feeling close as if you could reach out and touch it.


I cannot. It doesn’t detract from its value being held so highly in esteem.


Nothing compares only contrasted in defeat. I’ll wait for the next tide. Longing for it’s light. To be purified in its radiance. 


Hoping to dance together just one more time in the night.