libramoon on Nostr: Staring at Lady Moon, breathing in sweet night blooming herbs from the garden. She ...

Staring at Lady Moon,
breathing in sweet night blooming herbs from the garden.
She fancied hearing faint music in the rustling wind.
Slowly, not knowing that her body moved,
she danced, the wind carrying her like a lover’s arms
caught up in dancing slow and closer than a kiss.