The Moon Has Spoken

The paint was getting darker; from the lightest blue to the deep violet shades. And like a magic lantern; the Moon showed me it’s face.

I see you. You are lighter than crystal clear streams. I hear you. I am hunted by the beauty of your dreams.

Don’t leave me. You are. My Moonlight. I love you. I always did.

I’ll paint you. On the dune height of the northern mountain winds.

So be it. A part of my painting. Be bright. Be bold. Be. Be!

You know you will be changing. So whisper it to me.

“We all changing you see. I want you to be free”