The light she shines
She steals from the sun
She then chases him away
For the day is now done

High over a lake she presents her magical refection
Her pale glow cast spells of fertility and protection

A perfect circle
White light
Spotted black and grey

The sun has gone down
She is envious
For the night will always be... more beautiful than the day

Beautiful

adding on to your poem

magical reflection


finding the magic
in the air
as searching
for the warmth
from the sun
that brightens
so clear and sound
as i wake up from a
dream i see my mind
cover the corner
and wonder why
as i reach for the magic
stone. for it gives me luck
and full of joy. from this
wakening world
as we often share
every where we often follow
for the moon is glowing
with a prize of a face
through the circles
of love
as many as you know
are dancing and embracing
each one heart
and laying in the fluffy cloud
of a soft bed
the sparkles of joy
is the sparkles of a prize
that will always be claimed

this last full moon, and every july/august one is very significant fr yoga and people. about 15 000 years ago the first yogi, Adiyogi, taught the first class ever to seven disciples that followed him for eighty some years waiting for that day.

Lying in the bed of soft fluffy clouds,



all is dark unless the sun gives it light...

thank u all 4 ur comments, Super Moon is 2night b sure to check it out

Very nice tribute. The moon was pretty spectacular last night, wasn't it?

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love that stunning