And in an island instant, the clouds appears to blanket the sun. A tower of strength merges into a sea of starry fish. From which the Baby Moon does so surely appear, shining brighter than the white of interstellar starlight, so comes to me near.

A time that seems so far away and yet so close to touch. A mamocillo for your thoughts and a time to remember.  I always look to you, to see for me. I’ll share an eternity with you,  and all of my mamocillos too.