Silver
"If I could, I would fetch you the moon on a spoon."
I stand by the sea and watch the sky turn into a lovely shade of April blue. I see big old trees dotting the edge of the horizon and a lovely red sunset. I can only imagine who the man upstairs is and how he has managed to create such a beautiful landscape here on earth... Let alone the heavens!
Oh my stars !!!
you don't belong in jars
Father shines you from afar
I scoop a bit of water in my hands then watch it clump the sand. Drawing my knees up to my chest I lift my head to watch Selene, Goddess of the moon raising a glassy white moon with her arms. It is a natural moon, pouring out light onto a blessed hour of darkness, and so I give Him thanks and praise!
Her dress, a gown of clouds
puffed up like a shroud
Misty colored, never loud
"If I could, I would fetch you the moon on a spoon." I say to the ether of His quiet. Then as if by magic a streak of silver appears, mirroring the aging gray hair on my head. What else in life can make you feel as good as when God's world suddenly melts inside of you? What else can claim your soul the way the stars and the moon do, ... let alone the ocean view !
By: Mystic Rose
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