moon bowl

Moon bowl.
Look up. The sky is vast, unexplored, unexplained. The moon is halfway here tonight a bowl made for wishes, collecting the simplest ones from your heart, mind and soul. The ones you dont even know your making. Or forgot about from years past.The stars gather in constelations giving the wishes of the past a picture worth a million words. Twinkling , sparkling glittering, brightening the sky like bulbs. Each star the end of a tunnel for someone, A wish once heard, only tonight being granted, because the moon is only collecting a few nights. They rush towards the moon, but it is overflowing already, they push and they squeeze to try and fit, but out they spill, thier light illuminating the surface. Make a wish. They may not all be granted. But they all have a chance. Take a step outside, further into the darkness, as far as you wish into the biting cold. Sit directly underneath a star and tell it your story, your wish, your dream. Your words will rush out as sound but when you arent looking transform into light , the purest of wishes being so blindingly bright, and clean you know they can only be from the heart. The dullest, only looking like embers, from the mind, and the ones like a fire from the soul. So pour yourself into the moon bowl tonight , and let it wash over your being the answers you seek. Sweet dreams. May they all come true