Od to My Luna

A foreboding feel no longer lingers upon my spine. In enigma lost, and in beauty reborn, in a state afar. Her eyes told a story of a land apart from mine. Her nature, a present, gifted to me for nights. She has washed my foreboding feel - In white translucent wash I am reborn. Morals molded into bliss. Her dogma I cherish. Perplexed by her sight, and in awe by her state. In delirium fallen beside her. A single entity just like I- quiet and tranquil paralysis I find myself.