rings around the moon
warnings of storms on the horizon
warnings of impenetrable dreams
and the vulnerability of the heart...
it seems
with a harvest moon so bountiful
that all i want to do is caress the night
and feel its omnipresence
like the beauty of a morning glory
glistening with dew,
but all i can do is feel the sting
of words so juxtaposed
and smell the singeing
of untold truths
burning like a searing zeppelin...
forgive me if i'm maudlin
it's the moon
the wanderlust unindulged
it's the happenstance of fate
ringing the moon.
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Sunday, July 4, 2010
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2 thoughts:
Why the storms and sadness tonight, Peter? I hope your feelings of anxiety subside and the rings dissipate before dawn.
This one truly is sad and the hurt imposed by the "words juxtaposed
and smell the singeing
of untold truths" is too much. I hope the rings have left the moon.
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