Stairway to Luna


This night with temperate breeze
Luna hangs low in the sky,
remnants of a magnificent thunderstorm
that would have pleased the Gods
left billowy stacks of clouds resembling
stairs reaching to Luna’s realm.

Luna in her fullness, a tone soft and
gentle to the eye begins her dance,
peace has fallen on the land
the quietness is soothing to the ear.
At this moment I feel as if I
were the only soul in the universe
and Luna is calling me to her realm.

Beckoning gently come stay a while
see as she sees, enjoy beauty
beyond imagination, see the earth
in shades opposite day.
Dance around this blue crystal orb
as she makes her fullness known.

Luna enchantress of the night graced
in beauty and wonder has
been the beginning to many love stories,
and the eye that sees mans
souls for what they are.

Dances only once
in a cycle in her fullness but
continues her watch from the heavens
each and every night with tender
affection for the earth and
its inhabitants.

May you be graced with her beauty as I,




By, Cerenity