Under a tree, it's leaves rusting in the midnight breeze.
On a swing, dangling above the ground with the child in me.
Near the ocean, hypnotized by the waves casting salt in the air.
Counting the stars, infinity playing out before my eyes.
Loved by the moon, lighting my world in the darkest of times.
It is impossible to hear the sound of intuition when the mind is overwhelmed by the noise of fear. Intuition is the soul speaking and it serves as an experienced guide to the future. Do not give up the fight to quiet the mind and quell fear even in the heat of the battle when all else has failed. The intuition always there waiting to be heard.
I never knew there was a word for my love of the moon. Ever faithful, beautifully glowing in the night even when darkness and shadows swallow the earth. The moon is lovely and comforting on every sleepless night.