The moon was out early last night, playing in the lake and the pink clouds of sunset. Maybe I should change my name to Moon Gazer, so beautiful.
Later in the dark Luna was surrounded by a golden glow. Reminded me of the poem by D.H. Lawrence,
Slowly the moon is rising out of its ruddy haze/
Divesting herself of her golden shift, and I in amaze/
See in the sky before me a woman I did not know I loved/
But her beauty hurts my heart/
I follow her down the night, begging her not to depart.
Later in the dark Luna was surrounded by a golden glow. Reminded me of the poem by D.H. Lawrence,
Slowly the moon is rising out of its ruddy haze/
Divesting herself of her golden shift, and I in amaze/
See in the sky before me a woman I did not know I loved/
But her beauty hurts my heart/
I follow her down the night, begging her not to depart.