A poem i forgot to post: in Reality is never really real.

The Lunar Children

The crow caws his song softly, and the owl coos her response, while the moon hovers full, and it’s ghostly glow taunts.

It shimmer and shines, and plays in the dark, it calls to its creatures, and lays down its mark.

Once you’ve tasted the moon, and seen the nights sweet face, once you’ve been welcomed, to that silent safe space

The darkness is home, and silence your lullaby, we all are welcome here:

For the moon is our alibi.

She sings and she cradles, and she calls to her own, surrender to her, where your heart is known.

For in the dark, is where you belong, with the the rest of her children, joined in the silences sweet song.

-WhisperBubbles