My Moon

Iridescent moon, spilling light
into the naked air of my room
With shimmering milky fingers
your draw is so complete
You absorb me as though I could dissolve
into the tiny fraction of peace
you allow the clutter of my soul

Your radiance softens the edges of disquietude
and bearing all things
you carry moments in your arms
from which glitter is scooped
and furnished into dreams,
then littered like fairy dust
across the sleeping world

My love intensifies
with each phase of your joy
until full, you overflow the sky
splashing down until the earth is drenched
in the blush of your majesty

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I like to think that the moon is there even if I am not looking at it ~ Albert Einstein