~* She Is Sun ~ I, Moon *~

~*She is Sun, I, Moon*~

Behold the beauty and power of the ocean.
Her secret depths unknown to no one but God.
Fathomless and daunting.
Yet upon her swelling moods,
It is we, brave and relentless souls,
Who guide these simple barks from shore to shore.

Even at the drawing of the celestial drapes,
We sail onward by God's candlelight.
Into the darkness we dare to change her ebbs and tides!
For the call of the siren must be heeded,
Less we never have the choice again.

As she rises in the early morn,
A robin dares not begin his song,
Until she emerges from the folds of her oyster.
She walks amongst the strewn petals of roses,
And washes in the steamy waters,
Of the hidden baths in the mountains.
She dries the fluttering wings of a million butterflies,
And rubs exotic flowers, whose names are long ago forgotten.

She has truly descended from the Heavens above.
She is the kiss upon your face in the summer,
And the gentle warmth at the nape of your neck in the spring.
She is the shining star that guides my thoughts,
And the brilliant spice that motivates my spirit.
Without her I am without beginning or end.
With her I am complete.

Full circle as the bands of gold,resting on our fingers.
We stand in the heavens united as a single flame.
Burning with the fever of life, and the passion of love,
As an example for all to see on earth below.
She is Sun, and I, Moon.

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~*~ I write ~ Therefore I am ~*~

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There is society where none intrudes, by the deep sea, and music in its roar.
byron

tis never easy being a moth,
tis not easy being the flame.
what some never see is--
sometimes ... most times ...
they are one in the same.

Mysteria~
And this is just the greatest !
Ahhhh ... what loveliness your muse has gifted us with !

'Even at the drawing of the celestial drapes,
We sail onward by God's candlelight.'

'A robin dares not begin his song,
Until she emerges from the folds of her oyster.'

TDC ! !  
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"I am not now that which I have been."

~*~ I write ~ Therefore I am ~*~

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