My Moon Poem by Phil Soar

I looked up to the moon and its brightness amazed me
The shear magnificence left me spell bound and dazzled
It is magical to me, and I depend on its waxes and wanes
I feel bedazzled
A strange word
But nevertheless a true meaning for me
All that it is, I am
And all that I am, it is.

Spellbound, I sit underneath the light and feel embraced
It comforts me to know my ruler has my senses at heart
I cannot imagine a day without the feeling it gives me
I feel warmed
Even though it is barely a Sun
Just the moon,
But essentially MY moon
And all that I am, it is.

A heavenly body with a warm and comforting Core
Angels would be unable to match the feeling it gives to me
It sends me subliminal messages that I am unaware of
And asks nothing of me in return
It is there for me
Without a request
And with no evidence it will ever remove itself from my aura
It is my soul
It is my very lifeblood
And all that I am
It is

The moon.