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She loved the Moon

by Kylie Terraluna
on 03 September 2016

She loved the Moon

She loved the Moon,
She would sit in her room,
And croon,
Each night,
Wondering what,
It would be like,
To catch a ride,
Side by side,
To bask in the glow of the brilliant light.
To be in the snow,
Or far out wide,
In the ocean space,
On a tiny boat,
That was meant for that place.
Or in a sandy desert,
Far away from the race,
Of the city,
And speak the language of her heart.

She knew if would be more than pretty,
If she’d talk with the Moon,
If she’d hear from the lunar light foretold by the Rune.

And so,
On that very night,
She decided to go,
And feel,
And hear,
And taste,
That lunar love,
That yearns within,
Her very own soul.
How she would yearn,
To touch,
And feel the unspoken depths,
Of intimate caress,
By Moon.

So all at once, she took flight,
Heading Moon-bound,
With dreams of night.

She loved the Moon,
She knew it well,
Watched it nightly,
She could tell,
How she would change,
As did the Moon,
She felt connected,
And she’d croon,
And she’d sway,
Never at all wanting,
For it to go away,
Never wanting to see,
The light of day.
She’d stay awake,
In luminous light,
Wishing that she,
Was awake every night.

Some nights her soul would be revealed,
Some nights her love awoke within a field.
Other times she’d give her heart of hopes,
Surrender them to the moonlight scope,
of life.

And then she’d wish,
Upon a star,
That she would rise,
Be grateful by far,
For endless love,
That appears every night,
Shake all boredom,
Out of sight.
Make it known,
She is one with her love,
Of nature,
Of night sky,
Of luminous glow.

So she would drift,
And she would flow,
In moonlit dreams,
So she could be,
Joined in her,
Serenity,
Voluptuous volumes of embrace,
From her lover’s longing,
The Moon, in her case.
And in the end, for she could tell,
That she would wake,
She knew it well.
She’d watch her dreams,
Disintegrate.
Dissolve, they would,
In droplets of dew.

Then with a sigh,
She said ‘alright’,
And she’d allow,
The Sun to shine,
Upon her moon-kissed skin.
For now she had,
To tow the line,
Be considerate,
And lived-in,
Be like all others,
And work and play,
And carry on with a brand new day.
Yet in the end,
She always knew,
Waiting patiently,
Silently,
Secretly,
Was the lover of few,
For she would be joined once again,
With her moonlit date,
On a field to mend,
Her heart.

And finally, it would become quite late,
And she could freely, in the deep of night,
Surrender all her romantic sight,
Into the dusk,
Then into the dark,
Recesses of her very heart,
For love,
For mystery,
For endless embrace,
To awaken,
And drink from her endless fate,
Of the love that she felt for the Moon.

Kylie Terraluna x 

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I too am sensitive...very sensitive and this poem is very deep with longing.

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Thank you Kate, that's a beautiful thing to say. Thanks for connecting here. Kylie x

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Thank you Kate, that's a beautiful thing to say. Thanks for connecting here. Kylie Terraluna x

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