I paint my face on a shy moon,
Hoping to draw from her a swoon;
Quiet there, among shadowy cloud,
This night, tis made no doubt,
For magical thoughts hence to tether,
Fantasy, which may forever,
Etch admonitions for wanderers,
Their faces turned to night lumineers.
SHY MOON© gillena cox
You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea ).
Welcome to Monday WRites #30, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites