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Moon on a lamp shade

Moon from part of the city scene from one side of the lamp shade I'm painting for my mom.

Sailing through the night sky, through the clouds, and over the horizon.

These dreams we have, these travels we plan, of adventures in far off lands.

Wanting to reach up and touch the moon, but settling for laying underneath it.

On the sand that still holds some of the warmth of the day, just laying there and counting the stars.

Anywhere else that I could be, I rather not be.  Here with you is where my heart belongs.

The moon rises out of the sea, just like my love for you rises up and fills me; just like the full moon fills the sky.