Tuesday, March 4, 2014

space

 


space
has a voice

like the full moon passing over calm needles of light

its full voice
full  in once empty arms
 through wind
 over frosted grass




a lullaby
 a wish

Missing  is trying to remember


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3 comments:

Letitia Minnick said...

How absolutely beautiful... the vision of the full moon passing over calm needles of light... amazing. :)

zonedin said...

I can visualize this. It's like when I go out for a night or very early morning walk in the park and the moon is bright and noone is out. I love to notice the simple things like dew or frost in the grass. The air is so fresh and you can feel like God is embracing you with his splender. It's so refreshing!

Whatever said...

First there was the word and the word was God.

but the moon broke in to pieces and slipped out of my hands

The slivers of light cut right through any solid thought I might have ever had,
even this one,
sweet and empty
a promise forgiven.

forgetting again is the first step back.