Be the rising Moon in my dark nights, moon, I am thirsty for your light.
Rumi 💙

Thirsty as a dry and parched rose in the dessert
Her liquid light of effervescent blue is calling me  
Invitations of the highest order, she is the moon, a
Roseling, seeking skies in a fibrillated night, she is a  
Spangled silver light upon my semi-shadowed face
Titillating my senses across the waters I call her
Yodeling for attention like a wild Irish rose
for
Light me up moon as you light the garden rose
I want to feel your power like the howling wolf
Girth my soul and appeal to my senses moon
Helium to my thoughts you bring me home to you
True and trusted friend, you moon, are my telling rune.

By: Mystic Rose