Writer1326

No matter the moon phase,

I know I’ll feel it’s gaze,

as I know the moons energy,

is always with me.

Its gentle light is a comfort,

one like no other energy.

A child of the moon, I am.

When the sky is clear,

and there’s no clouds to interfere-

with the sparking, sacred stars.

Waves crash against the shore,

spreading shards of crystal far-

It’s easy to ignore what lays beyond,

in the veil between the light and the dark.

I am not afraid of what may lurk.

I am afraid of what will be left,

as nothing is as simple as being erased.

Deep into the forest,

when wolves howl at the moon-

you'll be wanting to leave soon. 

Midnight is on your doorstep,

as you take your time, strolling-

through the hours of night,