Posted in Soul

The moon

She dances with the moon beams

beneath the night sky

To  soak up its rays

And let the magic ignite.

It keeps all her secrets

It lights up her face

It see’s all her tears

It comforts her fears

It holds all her dreams

And promises it keeps.

For the moon is her protector

It watches over her

It shines it’s very brightest 

to shower its magic over her.




P.S. I was lucky enough to get a picture of the blood moon the other evening. Sadly it was not as red as in other parts of the world , nevertheless it’s beauty was overwhelming.


A working mother who lives in Johannesburg. I thrive on coffee to keep me sane, music to soothe my soul, reading to pretend that I am clever, and most importantly my kids to know that I am loved.