I flitter
at the moon’s
presence
within my
aboded center

as

nostalgia
runs deep, like a
never-ending crater
while I sleep

and,

dream of
places far from
imagination,
yet all hiding
within
our hearts center
of creation

following
the line in the sand,
I trail behind,
and ask for a plan

and,

in the silence,
a mirror image
remerges
of you and me, glowing
brightly,

just like
the moon nightly

bright, brilliant,
and full of promises
to be given,
as we stop,
and listen
to the breeze
that glistens

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