Moon Calling

Knock knock ding dong .... Moon calling. Here I am. Circular white and glowing. Look at my craters. Great arena aren't they. Look out for that long blue ridge. There is a translucent triangle. Moving. Round and round. Good isn't it. Now I would like to sit down. It is day. I have shone all night. Let me rest. Oh fantastic you have made me a seat. Such lovely fabric too. Thankyou so much for this. And a brew too. With bread. Besides the roaring fire. I will tell you the story of the colours and then I must sleep. Swinging swirling shaping shafts simmering shimmering sedately. Ornate. Every eon brings a spade. A spade that digs and offers hue to a blackness. Auric Vedic beauty beams. Iridescent in form. And delivered. Sky capsules if human formation are simply not powerful enough to eradicate the flow. Timeless. Ceaseless. Endless. And now I sleep. Thankyou for your hospitality. Wave to me tonight. Calibres cantering catering clapping. Good. Xxxx alder Abram p y q