Trust
No moon
but light enough to walk the steep path to the shore
No moon
but silver gliding over the waves
No moon
though clouds ached with wanting to let light through
A glimpse of her round face
then gone again, not returning that night
Instead soft rain, warmer air, friends round a fire
and knowledge that somewhere she’s there.
1 comment:
I LOVE your poem here, Victoria! I have always loved the moon and use her for my own uplift so often. Wonderful flowing poem that leaves me feeling sated, like I was in that circle, too.
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