Daily Bit Of Beauty

Moonlight kissed my face and "I" smiled! Wherefore art thou so sorrowful, when you may have the moon as your lover? With sweet moonlight kisses given, how can one be ireful, I ask? I hear you cry, "life, a countenance more in sorrow than in anger!" But you may have the moon as your lover, and with a lover so experienced, what is there to wonder? Do you not hear the moon calling you in her ecstasy, remember this: the love she gives is universal, genderless, and free... Can you hear the music of this love? I hunger for this love, don't you? I say, if music be the food of love, with the moon I shall play on... This play of love is the divine play of shiva, shakti, a play of sensuality, sexuality, spirituality, of a divine decree a reality of a reality of loves ultimate guarantee no man or woman could ever provide, to a tolerable degree! But don't trust me! I, hopelessly romantically in love with she! What an orgy! The moon, me, and all of thee... To want to have this love alone is an insanity plea. I will chase her shadow toward the sea... forever entranced.. I her abductee! So many words to be written when nothing could suffice, for all the words, and all of my life, could do nothing to begin to describe the plight of a true lovers undivided right to give. Lord, what fools these mortals be! There are no words for me to write, no lines for me to recite, do not believe in me, or think that I am right. Just ask the moon, she left me lying there naked in plain sight. The course of true love never did run smooth!