The moon's gift
Trough the veil of the drapes I see her soft silhouette its muted light melting into the darkness, illuminating my bed, making the white sheets shine with a surreal glow as if they'd been touched by the divine hand of G-d. Its a sensual feeling to be touched by that light... pure and innocent though it has traveled thousands of miles yet drenched in the wisdom of time and I feel the hastening beat of my heart telling me... "You are alive!" Sign in to see full entry.