Saturday, July 31, 2010

I stand here pouring coffee by the light of the Moon.
Her light drifting down through the silver clouds.
Streaming over my hands, gilding them.
I look up, entranced by her beauty.
Lost in waking dreams too ethereal for the Sun.


ginstonic said...

aaaah moonlight in the morning.

Nej said...

You have a way of putting into words the things I, too, find beauty in.