catching the light of the moon...

when luna blooms

​so ripe and full

she draws me out 

whispering softly ​in the blackness of night

​to come and stand under her light

renewing my spirit and easing my mind

though it only lasts for a few passing moments

those moments are enough for me

Henry David Thoreau once said:​

"I never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude."