Mother moon, are you there? You sneak within the shadows of the clouds embraced in their blanket. The stars yearn to be as bright as you but do they ever so fail.
I yearn for you, mother moon. For you’re beauty to descend upon my frost bitten fur, can you hear the echoes of the rest? Howling…searching. Can you lead us ever so softly into the depths of darkness…casting us with mythical light to warn of the trenches below this frozen wasteland.
Mother moon you work in silent, leading me into the forest, with comfort I trek with your warmth. Coat me with illusion and grant me with your powers.
You’re beauty is majestic and as you whisper honeyed words in the wind, my love for you only strengthens so.