'Mystic Marshmallow'
Mystic marshmallow of the sky
In pastel pearl you shine,
With a glow so fair, your magic's there
To taste, like finest wine.
Come to me, and let me touch
Your surface, hard, and cold,
Or take me with you as you turn
And don't let me grow old.
I watch you rise above the trees
You shine on earth so proud,
The creatures raise their voice to you
To sing out strong, and loud.
But do I dare chance to reach
Your surface glowing bright?
With song and touch--though never enough
Hours, in a night.
Rusty Blackwood.
Copyright 2002-09.
~ Mother Moon brings her astrial beauty
to fullness each month to complete the balance
with father sun within nature's life. A cycle
is then finished and a new one will begin. Without
her, nature's balance would cease to be. ~
R.B.
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