Fashionista, moon-child, dancer and fucking-fancy


my lovely


I feel you are as fiery as the sun and I am the dark which surrounds the moon. You rise in the morning, filling the air with warmth and life.

You lift people from their slumber… The one I rise amongst to send them to.

You emanate light, you create life, you light up the beauty all around you, you… my dear, are life.

Every few years we reach one another, but only for a while and we drift apart once again..

You are the fiery warmth.. and I am the dark side of the moon.