The Moon's Pure Significance

Dearest Daddy of Elation - The Moon's Pure Significance
Dearest Daddy of Elation
I look upon my shoreline of time, the new moon in all its glory looks so written and defined. There it is Daddy, spying on land but always giving its upmost stand. It allows our love to walk in a contented light of worship and it glows a magnificent warmth...one can truly seek when our minds are full of emotions and weary of days toils. It is as if that one glance Dearest Daddy wakes us... inspiring up in the might-st way, to truthfully dissolve all unfathered trials. Yes! Dearest Daddy, the calmness, the pleasure's hold draws you in, making sadness seem false and full of sin. Oh! Daddy, this moon is like an answer...so tenderly plain but at the same time utterly rewarding, one's honesty and restoring the terrain.
Yes! Dearest Daddy, Some might say like a remedy for the hurt...all the yearning, the mixed feelings that leave us burnt, in this somewhat translated light it makes us all see better times in its exact design. An almost reconstructed feeling of liberty divine. Yes! Daddy, like abundant light opening up...Anon said "Our days are but a shadow", but feeling this night's absolute discreetness, I feel the dark instructed by the moon is our deepest sensational challenge, there's nothing here in the dark, Dearest Daddy, to compare with its deep affectionate beauty. Its depth of full character lighting your fortunate face, strangely proud, pity eyes now flourishing, shining a grace that transfixes enjoyment in a heaven breath of hope. Unleashing a mature... miracle moment, as if you're payed... a natural truth that's been sealed in self and released to a nourishment of desire sweeter than willing wonder.
Yes! Dearest Daddy, So much subdued unknown but this fixed moon... of thy own appreciation is proving itself so rich and worthy as it wanders in a perfect silence. Its antique edge of reason so adapt and pure. Oh! Daddy, to experience the unique flattery of its unconditional complexity, I feel so learnt, in its inherited presence. Its heart essence... Dearest Daddy is like a perfume of gaiety, a fearless rapture of love, a spirit of possession so vast and purpose filled a lingering, uplifting promise that glows. The snow white divine light, spoken to us in fairy-tales as a child, fills thy earth with infectious glory. Oh! Daddy, to lay under this moon's body of bareness...it makes one discover the equality eclipse of raw encompassing innocence like a puzzle we have to get, intriguing our realisation, with a commitment to self, completely indulging in the heroic aim of examining the real meaning of life.
Yes! Daddy, whilst one stays in this outward familiarity, fulfilling all thy inspiring sense... thy soul grows in a freedom measure of faithful devotion. Yes! Dearest Daddy, It is the midnight festival of encumbrance... as thy stand here with one amazing appetite of simple urges... Oh! Daddy, at that devoted hour of aloneness, gazing renewed at all this patient proof. No matter how weather beaten, or unprovided for... thy spirit feels, here in this inviting moon of love, made entirely for self to approve, one is before the power of grace to lighteth all up, in a child's Angel state like a picture of peace manifested.
Yes! Dearest Daddy, it is like the travelling moon has made... all of thy strength rise up and yield, shining in a certainty like never before known. It's as if you can hear honouring trumpets of strength bellowing oblation of all great things...this canopy of love and magic gifted spotlight, so hugely prolific, now speaks a mind's tune of delight. Yes! Dearest Daddy, In all the feared dark... an eternal love is delivered in abundance so forgiving... its mystique is a saintly cure. This light responding, so counted in significance, tenderly felt in its soft subtle state... Lent to thee night after night, year after year of wholesome life. Oh! Daddy, A night ride of rushing excitement, noted in all valuable swaying and unswerving of memories complete hold, Yes! So pure like gold... equally desiring in ones infinite company of live exercise.
Yes! Daddy, Moving into thee...an exercise of righteousness, waking up thy health, waking up thy ability, Yes! Daddy, An awareness created by this light of governing good, Oh! How all the human feelings interract with this moons goodness, Oh! Daddy, How our rare dreams can be known in this firelight of kindness. Curing all illness of nature and humankind, a potion of love poured out so brilliantly, assumed fair, in this giant treasures name. Yes! Daddy, it is as if we are sucking its beauty up...defining our breath of courage, amending all our past mistakes. A light in our direct mind, no more old age deadness, no more black mourning dates with time... just lovely light of purpose, a quietness of sweet success, born here, born to live.
Yes! Dearest Daddy, It is as if that kiss of denial... has been lifted and for once in this glorious perplexed, heavenly honour, we are rigorously heard, so as we can better become equipped to see change take place. Yes! Daddy, No more blindness, no more torments, no more cold hands of fate, it's like we have a real face, a deep pretty looking face, growing adoration. Yes! Daddy, No more presumed shadows of defeat...we are all simplistically conscious in this close light affection courtesy. Yes! Dearest Daddy, This long day of ruin is now shapely in thine trusting time, eyes of light, star gifted passion, suited conversation through thin air of youthfulness, transpires in the luminance appeal, at last allowed to play, alive again in the knowledge... speaking of unlimited freshness in all ones possibilities of thy future creed. Thy will involved to define the love of aspiration is contagious, all must be impeccably instructed to accommodate this clear vision of unity .
Yes! Dearest Daddy, This moon's accomplishments... a birth of amazement in the urgency of time, so passionate and endearing the various light shades blossom... in an overnight sensation, so dignifyingly prepared and accrued. Oh! Daddy, How can one not love how this creative moon touches and impacts thy true flesh of being, no more wearisome thoughts, just monumental wantings realised...so you listen to it speak a light and love, a reply to all thy challenges like a mirror ball reflected and echoed on the water of life. A universe so grateful for this delivered blessing, joy illuminated between the heights of indifference. Oh! Daddy, even under the extremist pressures the darkest of clouds, thy can write thy perfect moon's... voyage of victory, as its round history acquainted silence, fills my world with a Poet's ambition, floating always, allowing thee to do things, easily, in its light of worth and maturity, Yes! Daddy, I can sleep walk ...in a found peace, reproducing time so effortless, now that my moon of love, whether it is full or not, touches my thoughts in a digestive blessing, that thy might now begin a process and become truly alive, forever in its beauty and majestic greeting.
Love Always
Your Precious Daughter of Poetic make