Whether the cosmos is painted in shades of sapphire or obsidian, her nocturnal candlelight has always dawned a quelling kiss atop my somber laced mind...
as "Goddess Moon, my moments with you, I feel most blessed", my heart and lips graciously chime.
No matter the form she takes, her every supple curve is sheer beauty to behold, and although she may hide behind a shadow of a cloud, never will she cower. While showered in such ethereal bliss, my soul finds a tranquility that's held only within her sky of night. How sacred. How heavenly; the one I've called my lullaby since childhood's darkest times.
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SW-User
You wrote something very beautiful. I have always associated the word tranquility with the moon.
