Luna, Roman goddess of the moon, walks along the beach unseen every night in June. Skin pale as the moon, hair dark as the night sky, eye's bright as the stars, lips soft as a sigh. She wanders every night, she'll disappear in the day. Silence fills the cool night air, while Luna quietly pray's. Wait. She stops, then turns, and stares at the sea. "Did I just hear a voice calling to me?" The waters are calm, the wind blew her name; "Luna..." Every night, it's always the same. #Live6wire #Moon