…then you can swallow it, and it’ll all dissolve, see, and the moonbeams would shoot out of your fingers and your toes and the ends of your hair…
– George Bailey, It’s a Wonderful Life
Is it selfish that I just want
to gulp down the moon? What
would happen to all those lovers
strolling along, if I swallowed her?
Would they just stop where they
are, look at each other in a different
light, and part ways? Meanwhile,
I would glow, know the bling of a
thing I do not own. Am I mad to
want her moonly moan to be
my own? To howl for her silver
soul? My heart: a waiting stone.
PAD, day 25. ..