Would that I were as the Moon ... Cool and distant like the moon in winter, Or mellow and close like the harvest moon in summer. But always detached, aloof, Circling in my very own tranquil orbit around that turbulent Earth below ... Would that I were as the Moon, Uncaring and untouched by all that suffering and pain and strive ... Uncaring and unsuffering ... But, then, what do I know? If I WERE the Moon, Then maybe I´d tell you about my scars and bruises, About the cold and darkness, And about never-ending loneliness And painful, painful yearning .... Silvia, moonstruck June2007
If I were the moon. . . perceptions vary so much. Cold and distant. Warm and inviting. Light in a neat little package up among the stars. I would have so many stories.
MMMmmm. I loved this. I have a passion for the moon and its ever watchful eyes. We may not see her but she is always there. I think you have once again shown a life in something that so many just look past and never think twice about her. I love to watch her reflection upon the ocean waves as the tide slowly moves in and out. Thank you for giving me something to smile about this evening.
ACHTUNG! Fair warning!!!!!!
Sorry, folks ....
I tried. I really did ....to start spending time here, to start writing and reading here again ... But I simply couldnt bring back the old spirit o.. more..