Hidden Treasure in The Pale Moon Light

Standing by this cold window in the dark of night, staring out the glared glass searching for a star to wish upon, and I am engulfed by the pale moon light.

Enraptured by fantasies of you and I dancing, singing, prancing, holding hands tightly as we dance from land to land, cloud to cloud, star to star you see, these dreams delight my heart.

I smile thinking on how quirky you must think I look dancing with my curse to own a second left foot. You kissed my forehead and my neck, you dipped me down and I almost drowned in your fragrance and presence, then you brought me up again into your loving arms it’s like heaven.

Then a loud horn drowns out my fantasies, the three am train on schedule, yet out of sync with my dream and pleasure crashed it before our fated kiss before finding our loves treasure.

Rhonda Michelle Rankin

Published by stormy144

I am a well rounded person due to being abused abandoned and orphaned as a child I was tossed from home to home being raised by various races and cultures, I went off in life young being emancipated from the state at 16 I ventured off to learn various religions and occult practices although during times in my two grandmother's homes Christianity was the staple thesis. I have looked for love in every wrong place I have commuted every sin and taboo and live to return the stories to the masses. I have lived and married 3 different men and gave birth to 7 different children which ultimately I raised 4 single handed and beat all the odds and statistics for one who comes from my background and I am now here to share how and answer questions that perplex the masses.

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