The moon

A Poem by a_methyste

have always found the moon. The embodiment of incantation. That silver shine! Those bewitching, Enchanting, Glitters! Always Delicate! And mysterious! Intricate in the dark forest

have always found the moon.
The embodiment of incantation.
That silver shine!
Those bewitching,
Enchanting,
Glitters!
Always
Delicate!
And mysterious!
Intricate in the dark forest
If I ever were to ask myself:
«How it would feel to be that way?»
I guess I’ll know the answer.
I feel mesmerizingly beautiful. Astounding luminous glow.
My lovelight spreads all over the universe. I stand so proud letting my feminine wilds flow.