Friday, May 1, 2015

A Servant of the Moon

With every full moon, pulled and swayed
I am the sand along the shoreline, found in the tide,
turned into a regenerating belief that love and freedom are one,
lava touching ocean - my heart reaches for light,
I breathe in the warm vapor
new forms taking shape along the edges
too fresh to hold life.
 

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