The Worthy Heavenly Body

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The Worthy Heavenly Body

The beams gently swaying in the wind
The chroma turning the sky an earthy shade of orange
Turning the water a vivacious hue of purple
The air began to parade around my head
Sending sparks of thrill and desire for more
Though a sense of scrutiny was around
As if someone was observing through the clouds
And it was the moon, jealously clouding her face
Watching my expression of jubilation while with her enemy,
The Sun

It is dusk, and the beams have long gone.
The white, silvery light comes out and basks me in the luminescent glow
Filtering through the crevices of the stars
I lay on my back, staring at the night
Face to face
Eye to eye
Feelings of wonder, trust and bliss pounce on me
Attacking me from behind
And as the sun grows weary and dismal,
It is time for someone else to loll in glory and mirth,
The Moon





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