Moonlight and Music   By MRJB Skyelord

Outside my window there is a bright winter silver moon which opens my heart and pushes my pen along the strings of what ever inspiration can come my way, I listen to soft music in the silver stars of the night as the sparkles push the pen to begin its journey, my heart opens and my pen leaps onwards as my hand tries its best to keep up, as the winter light of the moon and stars enter my window.

My eyes drift from the paper and I gaze at the white ring that circles the glowing Orb. It invokes thoughts of many things, like, sitting by a glowing peat fire wrapped in each others arms, of walks in the glens as the breeze drifts up the hills and it tells of its stories and travels, The calm and tranquillity of a cool evening with someone you love, walking by the Loch and tomorrows yet to be forgotten, and still will be remembered as new memories of each day experienced.

You may think it's the call of the full moon, or call it just being mad. But me I prefer to look at it as a River of Moonlight that plays music in the heart of my mind

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