I do not pray. I believe
It is dangerous to call
God’s attention
to me. I’d rather
Talk to you, speak
As if you are alive
Talk in whispers
Throughout the night.
Last night I watched the moon
As it clambered
From one end of the sky
To another. How I wished I could see
your face and have you near
It’s alright to love the moon,
you said, but don’t forget the dawn
Always look to the sun.
Stunning 👏⭐
Thank you! 😀
A gorgeous poem! I love the spare directness of the voice here — potent!
Thank you!!!
Something melodic here; it’s elusive, spare, as someone said. You are an old soul.
And that’s the best compliment I’ve ever got!!!Thank you.