Give Me The Sun And The Moon

Give me the Sun

give me the light

the precious beams, filled with life

the growth

the warmth

the joy and bees and roses

give me the lazy days

and sandy beaches

give me what i crave

ice cream and perfumes and shopping and playing

and kisses under weeping willows

give me feeling like a super star

closed eyes - watching my pink lids illuminated

give me the Sun

Give me the Moon

give me the ebb of tides

dancing in the rain by moonlight

feeling giddy and drunk on wine

give me making love on crisp linens - you and i under the perfect white cool sheet

give me the howls of wolves and siren dog barks

feeling like a goddess on a balcony in Athens looking over the Acropolis and thinking of you

staring at it in its fullness and feeling wild and free

give me the man in the moon, the one who's kissed me in my dreams

give me a good cry by the window having moonbeams comfort me

the salty sea air

the twinkly stars

the desert road trips

give me the Moon

Give me the Sun and the Moon

. . . .not really a poem, more of an ode to the celestial bodies that I have looked to in times of joy and sorrow - sort of inspired by my post Starry, Starry Night. I feel a new awakening of creativity - a renaissance of sorts and I am glad to have this outlet, even if it serves only me or my eyes were the only ones to ever grace these posts.

Tomorrow, Remembering An Angel. . .