this milky, confused moon
leans over me,
dripping sparks of starlight on my skin
a silver laden path cast before me
an inky ocean lapping up the last of its fullness
this path, where dreams melt into
points me in your direction
this moon
it leans into me
this curious gravity defying chandelier
reminds me of the memories before us
your fingerprint on my heart
loosing, dimishing, reducing
renewing, growing, enlightening
my fingerprint on yours
1 comment:
What amazing photos, and there is such longing in your poetry. Beautiful.
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