Sunday, April 25

Journey of the Rising Moon

Two doves floating aimlessly by above wooded valleys low

Feathers gliding softly against cheeks flushed with a sunsets glow

Up ahead echos of dark linger in the midst of night

Shadows dance in the silence of a breathless sight

Trails of dust at trespassing feet cloud footprints

Journey unknown relying only on a sixth sense

Too long to travel to stop now; reveling in the vibrations of earths sound

Released from the human constriction; no longer bound

Suddenly through a vast stare; piercing trembles call your name

As this warmth fills you; realize you'll never be the same

For it's not what you of yourself come to know

It was in you all along.. Just need to let it flow...

Love is...

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