jamelah
peek-a-boo
It was under a moon such as this that a beautiful boy dressed in garb made of leaves and cobwebs flew in a window in search of his lost shadow. A cocky boy, the only boy able to fly without benefit of fairy dust, a boy who chose not to grow up, a boy who can invite you to fly away with him.
All things are possible under such a moon. It speaks in soft round tones to our more primitive spirit. We can believe in werewolves as easily as Peter Pan; we can believe in the fairy host of the air…the sluagh sidhe…traveling under the silvery light and tempting mortal men to join them on their journey. We can believe and our moonlit beliefs have a passion and power different from those we have in the sun.
Go out in the moonlight. Paint yourself blue with woad and run naked through the trees. Feel the pull of the moon, give yourself over to it, stand in the chill air and look up, look up and follow the path…second star to the right, then straight on ’til morning.
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