Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
Beautiful words, William and so true. For on many a moonlit night I have been awaken by its soft, bright light and thankful for it...for this is when the magick begins. A nightlight in the sky~
Indeed, Jan, a lovely, lucky, lonely lantern to lead us on. Thank you.
Lovely, William. This morning it made a path along our kitchen floor. Slate with a silver path which a black cat walked through.
Thank you, Jonathan. I might have known, you’d answer with a poem.
I really love this!The Moon is so magical...sometimes I'm almost convinced she is dreaming me...:)
Well, I think it’s entirely possible....
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