To set in the rays of wonder the night mystery this distillation of days loaded voluminous contacts near Over load now in silence to ponder to orderly fix time and place the dim moonlight touches all that is Askew this calm throbbing influence the moon with the softest hum from its distant place in the night Sky the trembling branches foretells the entrance of wisdom on this planetary shore one mind set to Receive the silver moonlight does not deny the waiting one sets his back against a tree is this possibly Nature’s antenna it collects and draws it down a beam shoots out in front of you a snow colored lamb Begins to nibble grass innocents to stand against evil if it would try to mix negative thoughts with your Pure message there is a dark figure a few feet behind but it a guardian in case a more sinister creature Of these woods detects your presence you came here as a last resort you foolishly brought pain to your Self when you tried to hasten love from an unpredictable place you knew what you sought was an Intangible and it was to be pure and powerful the only answer to your hearts cry first you decided to Consort with Venus known though out the world as the goddess of love but then the thought the old Romantic moon how many times as he conjured the impossible because this is what you are seeking It’s not lighting in a bottle but its affections that are true but they hold no deceit it is a portion of life and Love that only lives in the spirit no flesh to corrupt or offend anything or anyone when in their presence The natural feel and flux of the moment crackles and love invades two hearts the soothing pleasure erases All distasteful acrimony does not a dance occur does not tenderness drop as softest rain bodies meld And are in robbed in wonder into darkened shadows you sway while the music plays aerial is now your Ascended high weightless truly you are mixing air with the elements and the greatest is that intoxicating Globe set in the sky this is a quest for love that is uncommon it would take a great person to give this Much of oneself thus the reason for consulting the moon only he has beckoned so many romances he Has them inventoried what a preponderance of records that have the scent of sweetest honey when You near ever wonder what the man in the moon is doing this is some of it will I get an answer you ask It depends on what happens when she takes a stroll in the moonlight if her heart starts to glow with the Purist white light anything is possible if not the very trying is worth the world to me