“Moonlight floods the whole sky from horizon to horizon;
How much it can fill your room depends on its windows.”
~ Rumi

photo captured by Skip Maselli

∞

the moon, she calls to me
she hears my silent plea
she knows of my pain
my efforts to heal, in vain

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in her bosom, I am cradled
the lore of old comes to me
wisdom in all that is fabled
peace in  fated prophecy
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the moon, she calls to me
she feels my silent plea
her light, it floods my soul in overflow
it bathes me in its gentle glow
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the moon, she calls to me
she sees my silent plea
she sought to comfort, to console
she kissed my face and left me whole