Upwardly mobile moving as it radiates unconscious of the energy it creates

Mapping our mind as we come to find again new places from unknown spaces

Almost a tease with which some ease into it's cradle,waiting for the new level it elevates

Circling & cycling feeling the shadow as it begins to grow,pressing pressures of the phases

Some say eye in the sky, but we watch it, not in reverse,masterful with which feelings it delegates

Sensations magnified as it's brightness cast ,many reaching out to sing it's praises

Mirror of the Sun it is the lesser one ,helping with calculations of man,many bonded as soulmates

Rising then falling crescent to full ,waning or waxing ,brightness to blackness always helping to mark our days

Forcing natural habits ,laying patterns marking out situations ,part of our soul is in what it narrates

For the joy of spring brides & rising or falling tides ,many feel as a predictor of weird & quirky ways

Bright beaming leaving many screaming ,slivers mere quivers,again varying for which moods it dictates

Another night with the Moon will be waning soon ,leaving leaving the warm sun and another day to play. R.C.