I have always considered the moon as one of my closest companions in my night-time existence. Last night, I saw the yellowest moon that I have ever seen in my life. This inspired me to string along a few words while I was on the van going to work.



I have walked with the moon in the darkness.

I have held her silvery hand while we were walking on spiderwebs

stretched over spindly stems.

We have rippled a nearby pond with the fleeting reflection we have cast upon its stillness.

She held my hand while she rode on a hawk's eye moth so we could fly away from my bedroom window.



That's what I have so far. I can feel a little bit of melancholy as I am writing this post.