My life, my dominion

Such a blessing to chance upon a moon in full bloom. To bast in the radiance of it's silver petals, long slender they be, stretching out like scarves blowing off the necks of people's necks in the autumn gale. I fell the delicate touch of fabric as a corner brushes my cheek. The moon, so bright, so opulent, yet its touch so much like the fragile gands of an infant. i'd pluck one for you madamme, but i dared not. This treasure is to be shared, not to be selfishly stolen for a private audience. I stop on my journey. and ponder. how many a heart has been turned by the magic that lies beneath the dazzling surface of the moon. What spells have been spun, what runes have been lain, what words whispered through, such that the addiction music of this nocturnal bloom freely through the air.. it wraps it tendrous fingers around the soul of man and woman, they are intoxicated with and drift hopelessly as their gaze is fixed upon the moon.

haha just being a bit nutty!

happy easter!