She is made of light and mystery, she glows and gently showers the earth with her magic.

Curled up and sleeping she slowly opens her arms showing first a sliver of light and gently unfolding to shine bright.

Always a gentle light, never hard and blinding, she enfolds the creatures of this earth in her magic, the animals feel her glow and their emotions follow her path.

Lovers feel her pull and become two souls connecting, free of the constrictions of the day, free to be who they want to be.

A girl lost in the moon, she gazes up into the ball of mystical light and she feels the pull, her soul reaches out and connects with the woman she will be, the woman waits in the moon waiting to be born into the girl, she is born of the moon, part of the moon, she will always be connected to that magical orb.

It will always call to me…..