She feels at home in the darkness of the moon
under silver shadows, tracing patterns on her skin,
words are formed with ancient knowing,
from a time she can’t recall, from a memory deep within,
the gentle breeze plays a melody to which she dances,
leaves her footsteps in your heart and in the wind,
singing songs of beauty, wonder, touching those who hear
with a light, a glow, from this world you can abscind.
She is different, indefinable,
can't explain her feelings, what she knows,
guided by infallible faith
as with ease through the day she flows.
That is deep.
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is gentle, and beautiful Love it "it leaves footsteps in my heart"
ReplyDeleteThe moon has an allure that is filled with mystique
ReplyDeletesome might find the darkness cold and bleak
yet, it has offered light from a place far away
in silence you can hear the hymns of another day
okay got carried away by the moon-rays - I do adore moon poetry
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