#04.06.2015

an orange moon seen through blinds of the night sky speaks volumes of magic through the whooshing of the ocean throwing itself to sand-sunk feet navigating toward this distant light, stapled to the dark navy canvas of a universe stitched sea to sky that sings in whispers with the moon’s hymns hypnotizing the wandering souls at coast, steeped in wonder

full pancake in the sky holy halo of angelic song pasted above, unmoving, pulling the tide washing white to sand, a color of earth under moonlight, illuminating streaks of catharsis spilling like drinks on tongues eager to spill truths, confessing secrets of the moon, never too soon –– a tunnel of light in a black endless sky, channeling clarity as hands grasp at each other’s words, lastly