blue moon

The sun rose

In the same place

As last night’s moon

How could this be

It seemed a cruel trick of nature

My song held me aloft

As I abandoned my doubts

And praised to rising and setting

Of fears

The birth of a season

As I see the replacement

Of one beauty by another

To know of this world

And be cradled in its womb

And then succumb to the light

Seems a sick joke

But the light although blinding

Guides us toward meaning

And awakens the wonder

That slumbers in our hearts.


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