The Moon's Lonely Eminence and a Seeker's Solitary Garden

(Written in March of 2023 which I had forgotten about.)

(The original title was "She Finds a/the Garden".)

Spinning in this dazzling night, I swore the moon was beautiful no matter how many times I looked at it. No matter how hard they blew or the crickets disgustingly creaked like riots, the moon's lonely eminence matched my tone, loving its solemnness within this green garden. Which smelled of sweet honey lavender.

However, when I sat down, just simple pulse breezes came by with my shoes out of the pond and my feet as they swiveled beneath and around the goldfish. None of the goldfish were fully gold. In fact, they were primarily white like the reflection of the moon. It drives me to believe it's okay to be... It clearly is magnificent. I wish to be within the garden, or at least a garden with a perfect view day and night. Only for me and just me alone when it is time to descend. Let me pile up in shrivels and blend in ashes.

(I don't know what really came to mind for why I wrote this. I remember I would think of a small room when I was younger for comfort. Now, I guess I think about nature and everything around us. I may still agree with how harmonious the world can seem.)

(I also wonder where the honey lavender came from... I feel like I must've put it there for a reason because I know I wouldn't normally forget about 'smell' when I write.)