Moon light strangeness
I'm strange and stranger than none...I feel uninvited in the world in which I tread, yet all are invited to seek my strangeness,
when ever this moonlight is absent I cannot inspire even the night becomes too silent and creation is in the same low spirit,
But when it’s full or not being obscured this light is the gift that compliments such a vast array of phenomenal physics that I could not embrace,
Sometimes it is only half full and my anticipation grows and grows, like that of a mighty river raging for her to fully mature,
The flower beds rejoice at her sight as they have early blossoming from her blessed mist, and in the morning feel refreshed and invigorated,
The prairies, mountain tops, hills, valleys, the oceans, the young calf, the prancing colt, the wing creatures, that nest happily in their resting place,
The gentle fresh air, that makes the open night such pleasant a moonlight, She is the light that shines and shines causing so much commotion, yet innocent partaker in all her actions.
Moonlight the kaleidoscope of extraordinary events, keeps her radiant and focus,
The ever burning spotlight that pierce my soul, nothing like her in splendor, nothing like her in absence.
When I step into the night from my cradle there is this bright light a celestial body that never seems to leave me, It follows everywhere I tread illuminating my pathway, and when it’s full it resembles a lamp someone set up with purpose,
The creatures of the night howl, cry, and sing...their interpretations are all unique, this goes on throughout this nocturnal cycle of intrigue and charm just to repeat once again,
The flying visitors die trying to reach her magnificent splendor, and that is the beauty of it all, the Grand builder had it all well within reach for us to write and respect, fall to our knees and praise….and praise.
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By: Raphael G
