Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Full moon fever,
full moon high tide.
Do things in the night,
silver desert like noon.
A full moon makes you.

Every breath is pure war.
Breathe it in, breathe out.
Never stop fighting when
a full moon comes out like
bright, naked round silver.

By the light of the silvery moon
I want to spoon
To my honey, I'll croon love's tune
Honey moon, keep a-shinin' in June

we write songs to the silvery moon....and poems mnaz
we bathe in her brilliance.....

Thanks saw. Caught up in a moment's gravitational pull...

Going desert campin' next week. Been too long. I wonder if moon will give me me a land of ghost ridges in pale silver glow.