In repose, the soul waits
sheltered, in the Valley of the Moon
Time is languid
insignificant to the outcome
of its own breath
for a die cast by Fate
doesn't roll again
and the inevitable will come
doesn't roll again
and the inevitable will come
even as the moon sleeps
Earth and air
carry a love bare
flying true on a breeze
from the highest of stars
to the depths of the seas
Guided by instinct
whispers dance through the silken mist
not unlike promises of magic
and set the night aflutter
and set the night aflutter
The moon awakens
and the soul stirs
and the soul stirs
senses heightened
as the familiar
touches down
It is their time
again.
© Dahlia Ramone
September 6, 2014
September 6, 2014
Lovely :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Laura :)
DeleteAnd in an old familiar way, it is our time... Your time. And, just so you know, this is my second time here today. I could not find a way to leave word I was here.
ReplyDeleteIt feels like time again. It is always nice to be in time with you ;)
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