Amorous moon
By turquin
Soft and delicate, silver-white kiss alighting upon Mother Nature's languid cheek; such is the tender endearment of her nocturnal lover. His bright and solemn face gazing down ever so lovingly upon her reclining form, from beyond the cloud. 'Ah, my darling, take sweet rest,' he whispers to her in soft, aeolian breath, 'While, to you, a lullaby shall I sing in the voice of the crickets; to calm the rhythm of your heart.' - Thus says the moon; likened to a knight, in armour of silver, as he rides high, upon his sable steed; having once again disarmed old fiery-tempered Sol of his searing sword; banishing him to his place beyond heaven's western extreme. Written November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 06:33 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Soft and delicate, silver-white kiss..."