Moonbeams

Tacked my moonbeams on a shelf
What’s left still meandering at the dock
Shocked I was able to grasp those whimsical fantasies to put them on lock?
Despite the immensely dense fir trees and in light of ocean’s backlogged fog
Took a delicate pin, let the night sky shine in and welcomed the moonbeams of God.
Held them close together
Examined their mythical ways
Thought people couldn’t catch moonbeams?
That’s only true…during the day.
Their dreamy content so palpable
Their atmosphere quite concrete
When things hush you can even hear their enchanting chords and cyncopate their beats.
The pin is only temporary, and the shelf to keep them off the ground.
Let moonbeams in to help imagine
The territory they’ve already found.

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