11-01-2009, 01:56 PM
Chilled to the bone, I couldn't care less.
Awakened by an otherworldly light flowing languidly through a single pane of glass, I arise from crumpled sheets and pad my way over to the frosty view that patiently awaits me. Full, round and gleaming is beauty supernal: my exquisite, my lovely Moon. I wish to touch her but am overwhelmed by giant sentinels whose barren arms stretch with desperate longing toward her. For all their height, those statuesque trees are no more able to caress her silvery face than I. The eternal, unrequited pining for what is enthroned on high.
I do truly adore La Luna. The commute, however, should prove impossible.
Awakened by an otherworldly light flowing languidly through a single pane of glass, I arise from crumpled sheets and pad my way over to the frosty view that patiently awaits me. Full, round and gleaming is beauty supernal: my exquisite, my lovely Moon. I wish to touch her but am overwhelmed by giant sentinels whose barren arms stretch with desperate longing toward her. For all their height, those statuesque trees are no more able to caress her silvery face than I. The eternal, unrequited pining for what is enthroned on high.
I do truly adore La Luna. The commute, however, should prove impossible.