The moon

  • The Tide

    Just as the tide rises and falls with the song of the moon, so too must all life. How could it be any other way? This I ask myself, knowing the answer within feels sure as the moon herself. Continue reading

  • The Ocean of Me

    I close my eyes and the warm wind becomes my breath. This wind— it whispers into the ocean of me, into the dark of my waters, deep. It hands me the calm of the moon, and it grants me the… Continue reading

  • Darling Day 4. The Darling Moon

    What if The darling moon Fell in love With the Sun? Would two lights shine from the black? Or Would day-time drift the lovers into the open blue Where they would shine A single ray on a hill by the… Continue reading