Wearing the Moon
~ On this night, the Moon was near full and surrounded by
perfect clouds but not obscured.
~ A petite beautifully multi-colored ring danced the minuet
around it. ~ Then, either I became very large or the Moon became
very small ~ I had the sensation that I could pull it down and
pin it on my lapel if I wanted to ~ and I did.
~ A little while later, a jet flew through the night sky ~ the
contrail forming a silver strand across the surface of the Moon
well beyond each side of it.
~ For this moment in time, the Moon was transformed into a
single white pearl suspended on a silver cosmic strand ~ a
glowing jewel created by artisans of synchronicity to grace the
neck of the cosmic traveler. A rare gem protected in a satin
cushion of clouds ~ A treasured heirloom handed down to the next
soul with the desire to wear the Moon ~ My heart left it waiting
there * for you * Ruby.