Sunday night, I was invited to a moon watching party. My neighbor Jan loves things zany and fun. I showed up in my midnight sweater and yellow moon shirt, I intended to gossip and dish the dirt.
I told them they wouldn’t be seeing the moon because I lassoed it and cooked it like a young spring loon.
Through the overcast, we didn’t see a star, the moon was cooked or someplace far. But, Jan had a star tied to her fence; I think we’re both evil and must commence- a magic spell.
But, the night was early, we munched and ate dinner and played games for hours, when the hint was for a swim suit the answer was flowers. Becky was jubilant when she guessed one right. She wanted my hat, but I said, “not without a fight.”
I did take pictures of it; not meant for a queen, it is more on the style of a time machine.
A moon at midnight, takes timing and watches, (that’s literally watches the hat holds seven.)
It’s power was weak, it didn’t influence heaven.
An all-seeing crystal and rose, clear and smoky quartz. A geode of sky blue, magic was about.
Cheryl placed them strategically, a gateway to the moon.
Jan and I atoned for our evil sin. May the whole world let the light in..
…and find peace and love, everywhere. And, it works one person at a time, I know, I was there.