Longing for the Moon

The sexual moon, full of the real thing. It is looked to for its endorsement, it turns away, it refuses, it will not comply to a comforting need. And its the King of Love and it seeps into the eyes and it expresses itself through its subjects. And then the day arises, when the moon has gone to sleep, and there is brightness in the day, and it shines in the spirit, and in this same spirit there is poetry and song, and wanting to invite the world to illumination. It is still here, life is quiet, and open to choice. And it tastes like freedom, and the freedom looks everywhere around and searches into the self, and the relationship is kindled. Tonight the world is on fire, and it is asking for understanding, it is asking for acceptance, and it is longing for the moon.