The Moon may not be the best keeper of your secrets. The moon whispers everything it sees to the universe. Manifesting words through poetry...whispered softly as moon beams and dream dust scattered though out the heavens like the infinite stars.
Tuesday, June 11, 2013
Waxing Crescent Moon
Waxing Crescent Moon
There was a pause in the late night. Coyote beckoned the moon's faint whispering beams lamenting her light’s shine full and bright
Now waxing crescent afresh winks with each passing cloud , as if to promise lightly the shine of a new awaited dawn .
Rooster’s foreboding crow echoes from the rolling vista , ricochets heard the awakening report , held breath does not stop a pounding heart
I watched the spider’s tight wire walk a mile , cherry wood poster spanning cherry wood poster, knowing it is possible to cross an unknown distance between .
Silk thread drifts aneath the ceiling fan waft ... floating, falling, tickling forgotten desires feeling the whispers murmured ; breathe out heavily first touch sigh,
... dreaming of sleeping amidst her fragrant petals embracing a blossoming rose …
