Skirting Stars, Merry-Go-Rounds, Gravitational Tides, and Giraffes

The Moon is full and loud and alive and humming and I can feel her.
Tonight is her night. She is luminous and vibrant, and hiking up her skirt to the stars, flashing a garter at Saturn.
Always fond of rings and shiny things, while steering clear of Mercury.
There are only so many dysfunctional merry-go-rounds that one can go on before falling into a black hole for good.
Good evening everyone =)
I'm torn between finishing this fabulous Shiraz with you while I tappety-tap-tap on these keys, or going outside and staring once more at her luminosity...
(Be right back, she might have messages for me)
Wow...
My toes are still cold. They're like little icicles.
The moon told me to stop resisting her. It's funny how Aquarians are ruled by cHaNgE.
We constantly crave it. I'm always looking for a different way to see and experience life. Yet, now that I'm actually changing I'm panicking and trying to control the whole process.
I might as well try to mosh underwater.
I've been spending so much time analyzing this transition, but obviously I'm not done yet. This is only part of the process.
Things have just gotten much more interesting for me.
Can I be a spectator and not interfere? How's that for trusting the Nebulas?
As I gazed at the moon I wondered what it was like to have that much power.
Not the part about our needing the moon to survive gravitational tides and such. The other part. The part where she is constantly receiving messages, wishes, and gazes from children, adults, lovers, and....animals?
Do giraffes gaze at the moon?
Do they think she's pretty?
It would be a waste to have such a long neck and not notice something so radiant. It makes me wonder how many beautiful things we miss everyday. What a shame that is.
LOOk harder. And wish deeper.
The moon has been around for 4 and a half billion years.
She can take it =)
*sprinkle sprinkle*