Of the Moon


Standing in the sands of the sun I search endlessly for, something…

The wizard approaches me, wearing cloaks of deep purple, tiny tears let the light of the universe seep through.

From his hat he pulls a rodent of innocence, neither of us laugh only the briefest of smiles pass as the sand dunes move.

I watch his eyes change from an azure sky to a deep dark ocean I so desperately want to plunge myself into.

Lifting one sleeve he reveals many watches all with a different time and yet none tick.

From his pocket he produces a watch, it holds the sun, the stars and two hands moving in a defiant manner.

“Where is the moon?” I ask all too soon.

We look to the sky and watch as a ghost ship sails across the sky passing by mountainous clouds.

Closer and closer still the ship comes till it stops just above us in the middle of the night’s sky.

Mistress of the Night and Submissive of the Sun steps from the ship and rising beautifully.

“Here is the moon…” he whispers, through the reflection of his eyes, I can see the moon shining in mine.

“Far too mystical to be put to the torment of time…”



Amandia Lawrence


One day I will put something clever and witty here. For now, though, peace be with you.



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A fly away day dreamer happily grounded by a child on each foot and a wonderful husband who always has my back. So I write my daydreams for now until our children develop wings of their own.

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