She tugs, pulls and crashes the waves of my emotional flow.

Her gravitas and sass make the surfing experience a blast.

The only beacon i need to light my dark skies.

Her luminescent hues transude a broody black mood to a soothing dark blue.

You had man racing for you.
But I'm the one who landed.

I don't need a flag to, tag you, brag to, stags who, can only see you through the lense of a telescope.

You are shine.
You are mine.

#Moonmission

© Haiych