
desires encapsulate me like the moon,
as inside my being I swoon,
looking to the sky,
watching the
moon
go
by
as clouds filter through
the darkness,
the shadow of which
becomes the
hardest
to recognize
it is the mirrored
reflection I see, when
dancing with the trees
and
becoming
more than
one dreamed
until the last particle of
my being is seen…
and, love is blossomed in-between
the rivers full of life,
and me
a moonbeam…
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