Saturday, 25 July 2020

Cloud-Gazing

   
Lie down. Lie still. We will cloud-gaze;
so bright is the buttermilk moon - 
she lights up hearts and vague dragonflies 
and feeds you glitter 
from a silver
spoon of memory;
rocks washed smooth
by a wave that calls your soul;
come back
come back, to castles,
and empty, sand-filled
holes of swirling, foaming sea,
reflecting light of stars...
from galaxies away, they know
and imprint 
your heart on me,
and mine on you - we two,
from shadows hew,
at midnight, on the beach,
cloud-gazing;
caressed, by a yellow
half-moon.
   

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