She's Still Writing For The Sun

 The sun has been her devil. She burns for his beauty. She's pulled by his attitude, the source of his gravity and she fights it day and night as she turns her face towards other stars and shadows herself with earth. For she is the moon, and her solid rock heart? She tries to protect it from melt and decay. Who said rocks can't bend and melt. 

Bound by this attraction, she longs for freedom. And what freedom can do? Leave her heart available for stars. For galaxies. Galaxies with colors, with dust and clouds. With silence around. With peace. She locks eyes on the biggest galaxy and she repeats a vow: Do not go gentle into that good night, rage, rage against the dying of light.

She's not only the moon, she's the warrior of light. And now she takes one more step into the sky beyond, following her path to the heavens. 

Listen to the heavens, progressive rock and a personal favorite song

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