Night of Glorious Moonlight
Night, this night of glorious moonlight,
it’s silvery rays fingering down to Gaia’s breast
are euphoria to the soul.
Mother Moon sings her songs of loving
gentility, filling my spirit.
A porcelain globule
amid Heaven’s eyes.
A white china platter
on a black velvet wall.
She lulls me to sleep at night,
inspires me with her visage,
a gentle spirit among spirits.
Queen of femininity,
queen of beauty,
inspiring artists, poets,
songwriters and more;
she pours out her magic and
all of nature, sings of her beauty.
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