Touched by the Moon
I read until the words levitated above the page. I pondered their power. The power to unhinge from their oceanic rage. It was true, they were indeed mightier than a sharpen blade, and swifter than the call of the grave. Their fluidity sustained me, immersing my senses deeper. Now, they were above, and I was below. - Ultimately transforming my world.
~ and so I continued to read...
My love, the moon silently crept in your window the night you were born, and placed her pale upon your skin, turning your azure eyes emerald.
She gazed fully upon you, consuming your spirit with her lunar lullaby's. You, her child born of night, pulled her star encrusted influence further 'neath the veil of night.
No matter the named essence the world blankets you in, her soft lit embrace always finds you. Whispering upon wing and leaf. Evoking her dream-dust seduction upon your ways.
Even amidst the light of day, she's guiding you. Penetrating the very clouds that swirl your steps, and stir your emotions.
Long before the night-flower kissed the coolness of seasons, you were hers, and no other's.
© 2015 blue angel