Literature
Moon Dance...
As a child in this forlorn world, I simply couldnt wait for nightfall to arrive
The burning cold was faintly sensed, as I would lean against the window. Peering out into the death-ridden sky, seeing the cosmic twinkle of the stars, Id set my eyes on the one spot of soft white. The wispy clouds overlapped the tiny circumference of a glow in shadows
That moon laid in the sky as if afloat; setting me in a fanciful trance, as I would sit on the quilted bed and engage into conversation. It would be so quiet, too quiet, that it was almost as if it would speak in return. Id sit and listen, captured by not only