Shadows of the moon 🌘

Oh big old Mr. moon you cannot conceal from me, underneath a carpet of curiousity you are still there sleepily.. Sometimes you are my beacon beaming right by my side, but as I seek out your moonbeams midst this eerie eventide.. Only shadows of the moon are in the heavens up above, surreptiously sub rosa like a hand in a glove..I shall look up to the skies until yon clouds pass over, when I will welcome your wholesomeness like a long lost lover..