Unconstrained and luminous, Moon’s heart mirrors everything and everyone she loves in silver hues.
Brilliantly, she lives – a trait either attributed to her life story or simply her inborn fierceness – or both.
Whether she knows it or not, Moon’s radiance outshone any darkness that threatened my own life.
When I think I understand her, there still remains cosmic pearls concealed beneath her surface; lunar jewels unbeknown to all but her Creator.
Moon’s unwavering zeal renders her a common threat to the dull but would prove a worthy weapon in war with her on your side.
Her heart, unconventional and translucent, infiltrates all around her, casting an alloy beam on you – if you were to be so lucky.
– A short piece about someone I love. I call her Moon.