Why is it that I often look at you with enchantment in my eyes, as I stand in the darkness, lost and consumed by your spellbound allure? Celestial colors that radiate from your watch overhead, cascade down like a shimmering waterfall full of magic fairy dust. As I am stuffed into a crammed cage weighted down with restraints and burdens to preserve my innocence, I look upon your luminescence and suddenly I am transported to my wild concoctions and perilous adventures of my dreams. The glimmering glow that comes from your bewitched gazes, guide me through my immortal, fantasy nightmare. In an unbroken desolation, you take a stance towards the unborn future as a ship that will not rest in the shadowy water until it has reached it’s destination with me as your captain, and leave the forgotten yesterdays behind. Moon, why is it that I often find myself lost in the essence and nature of your hallowed magic?