(or “It’s Time” part 2). Boat bobs over the ocean Night has fallen and the sky is full of stars Full moon hangs low and golden While we lie on deck and contemplate the universe We’ve left the pain behind us Only wonder lies ahead One single, glorious adventure One journey of a lifetime That…
Yellow bright Golden moon on starry night Yellow tree Wattle sings to honey bee Yellow yield Of ripened corn and wheat in field Yellow glow Reflected light on water flow Yellow heat Of fire in hearth where loved ones meet Yellow earth From yellow sun that brings it birth
Dust devil dervishes Follow the gazing hare Running through the long grass Running through the heather Running through the in between where sky and water meet Misty fingers creep across the land Like the tide coming in, the ebb and flow Like the heart of country lost in city grey Rain follows, stilling the dust…
Crescent rises as the sun descends Into red and gold fire on the far horizon Easing slowly towards star speckled black Billowy scent of night blooms wafts sweetly Crystalline music of night creatures trills pianissimo notes Heaven’s lustre shines A night light on the shadow earth Follow the moon rabbit Running through the dark Until…
Looking for magic in faraway places In myths and lore and legends of old Seeing the wonder in everyday spaces The mystical in the mundane Follow the lure of the eldritch other Dancing with witches under the moon Gleam of starlight shining so gently Beauty in windswept night Immerse yourself in the fairy tale places…
Full moon rises over the wheat fields A murky night, shredded clouds drift across the blackness The old tower waits, a solitary black shape looming over the grain No other buildings stand near Who built it? and for what purpose? No one knows It lies abandoned, bats roosting in the steeple Rats scurrying across the…
I can’t see the stars anymore When we were young, we could see them Not as well as in the country, certainly But still, there they were Competing with the moon for beauty Shining through space and time But the city has grown And the fake lights shine more brightly Blotting out those small beacons…
When I see a rainbow halo around the setting moon I like to think that God is playing with His paint box drawing circles of colours to delight His creation Like when I see long streaks of cloud on a sunny day He is finger painting across the sky When sun sets through cloud all…
These days if you hear people talk about the moon figuratively, it’s usually in connection with romance. However the moon has a long history of being associated with legends, myths and magic, gods and goddesses. Here are some of those stories and ideas. As far back as the Bronze Age, a lunar map appears on…
Silent wings sail the night skies Seeing all, hearing all, understanding all Angel of death, monarch of the night Harbinger of battle, lady of the moon Spirit of wisdom and understanding laying bear all mysteries, bringing darkness into light Guiding us to see beneath the surface behind the masks, under the skin Great owl flies…
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