Saturday, April 25, 2015

moonspeak musing

being fed by moon light
my life reflects her wonder
rolling through the night sky
seen and unseen
self illuminating bodies still exist in the world
they shine through the branches
under the canopy
below the radar of those who sleep
speaking a light language
which would you choose?
words fail in the brilliance of love's true voice.

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