I also Read the moon
And walk along through Aurora Boreal.
A Luxury to be able to
Read / at night / stories of the moon...
I’d rather swim in Northern Lights
Dreams of earth, her Gaia soul
All as one Life.
Each die must be rolled...

Her nickname’s Blue.
Home to you too? Tell our troops
World peace is Now
Old clocks have tolled
Oh Dreaming Aurora, An eye so blue, like
Waves of ocean tears falling sky, the color is Truth.
How we all love you, few don’t try
In this star filled night,
I read the moon, a point moot,
Auroral Dreams of you—true love.

(My strangest brew not yet come true. Could sure use a hug.)