Last night, the moon sang me a love song  A serenade from the night wanderer is never wrong  In the morning, a warmth arose from the ground  That hovered above the dawn without a sound    Everywhere I walked, the borrowed moon rays  Glided nonchalantly through the haze  And covered the world in a golden ...

One afternoon in late October, autumn made its presence known in the English countryside for the quiet acts of dancing leaves and the chill of wind gusts. This subtle announcement signified the upcoming arrival of the harvest moon, an event that a tiny village overlooking a golden sea of wheat looked forward to every year. ...

Come and dance beneath the moonAnd bathe yourself in her glowAs we hum our sacred tune Time to let your heart communeAs we worship down below-Come and dance beneath the moon Let the moonlight make you swoon-Feel your magic ebb and flow-As we hum our sacred tune Even now, the stars will croonIn a sky ...

Mid-morning, and I could not seeThe daytime moonWhite, wispy cloudsWere shrouding my view I must be going out of my mind.I stood there thinking, ‘I’m going blind’And I waited for Mother Nature to be kind She rewarded my perseveranceWith a cursory appearanceOf the Waning Crescent Moon-The soupy sky’s tainted spoon

We skate on icy rainbowsthat shimmer between puffy cloudssliding along the blades of golden rayscareful of the jagged shards. Puffs of foggy shouts crystallizeas we fall into softblankets of sky snowready to soften the blow. We play tag with shooting starsand Double Dutch withthe Constellations,our laughter rings through the Milky Way. Then along comes Nightsweeping ...

It's time to find your magic.

Many people believe that any story that begins with “Once upon a time…” is a fairytale. But, there are truths to these tales and that is so for Avaline and her Star Slippers. Once upon a time, an eccentric woman lived on the mysterious Moon. Her name was Aurora, and she washed her hair in ...

I stared at myself in the golden mirror. The light reflected off of my golden wedding dress. Mother didn’t think white was appropriate. I had a deep V-neck and a large skirt, which detracted from my slight baby bump. I was about two months pregnant and mother thought the gold would hide the glow that ...

What’s that in the deep star embellished sky? an all-knowing eye which is a nightly spy, a constant nightly companion. Oh doth shines the shimmery orb Your mysteries perplex and astound me as you sparkle with silvery light, bathe the nightshade perfumed earth beneath your wonderous stare. Oh doth shines the shimmery orb Bright-eyed for ...