The Luna I Came To Know.

sometimes i wonder what freedom is

and why we long for it so often

is it the whistling wind?

or the sunset in the distance?

why do we desire the open sky

to be a bird flying free

to see a perfect world

where no one dies

or climb a gaint tree

to see just green the grass really is

we can only wonder

why this world is full of mysteries

or why we fear what we dont understand

when all we need to do is listen

to look up at the stars

and listen to the gossiping trees

surrendering yourself to nature's majesties

i go on my rooftop

and listen to the moon's moving stories

of how she came to be

or of how a single rose survivd the winter all on its own

tales of courage and bravery

soul and horror

how she once surrendered

to what was once around her

this wise moon told me not to give up

to follow the magic within you

the strength you know you have deep down

not to fear what you dont understand

but to take the time to try to understand

open your mind to the unknown

never show the fear, you knew you'd show

say the things you know would be left unspoken

why love is the closest thing to true, faithful happiness

and how few see it

how true writers feel thier words

and watch them play out in the their minds like reality

they hold the key

how disare might be dispare

the key of life all on its own

you see now my mentor

my close friend

my listener

these are the words

of my only Luna.