The rising moon extends an olive branch, honoured, I graciously accept. Over oceans and rivers of ineffable mind, a starry domed astrolabe sparkles ovations. A shooting star, one of many I shall see tonight, circles twice then takes a dive, kissing heaven on the other side. Holy coyotes yelping shouts, throw cactus darts near cunning hares. Our Kit Fox looks for gold; she is as elegant as she is bold. Come with me, my dear. You’re the brightest star we’ll see this night; an eternity. A cosmic harp will harmonize with the silent roar of our planet breathing. Mystic Music of Nine muses the sound we will hear. Come on then. Lay with me on Forgiving Rock tonight. Meditate under a diamond moon with me tonight. Join me now or never, but remember, for you, I will always be room.


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