oh the moon....
She's beautiful tonight.
The clouds are skimming across her face like a lacy veil. Not the image of a blushing bride, but more like a young widow mourning the loss of a lover. She seems to be praying over candlelight, shadows flickering back and forth with the weight of sighs.
Now we wait for the tears to come, I need a rainy season soon.
It's so strange to feel at once so alone, but so cared for and part of something. My heart feels as full as the moon has been, and I have many reasons to give thanks.
The clouds are skimming across her face like a lacy veil. Not the image of a blushing bride, but more like a young widow mourning the loss of a lover. She seems to be praying over candlelight, shadows flickering back and forth with the weight of sighs.
Now we wait for the tears to come, I need a rainy season soon.
It's so strange to feel at once so alone, but so cared for and part of something. My heart feels as full as the moon has been, and I have many reasons to give thanks.