Remains of the moon


Remains of this day, this evening an inner warmth, beside such crystalline shimmering stars . While breaths exhale bubbles of a thought taken by a chilly breeze. A whisper of a story added once again to be held withing earths being. Moon just comes milky seeding evening east glow. Mars, oh mars a dolphin to the ship of the moon, together sky the western side of night stream. Somewhere inside my memory of today I watched clouds holding the aqua blue sky hostage, a peaceful direction, a trickle – spilled milk frozen forever in my moments gaze.
Some times I hear a voice that sends me away to another reality. But later find my way back to the sky. Clean there are cleaning the sky this mind becomes painted a picture in the moment. Cleaning the sky thoughtless till now I try to recall what bound me like a spell.
The spelling of beauty. This dormant place we wander, a way trailing words together. treasured in a forgotten wooden box, tucked away, recall from mind into letters, there were butterflies talking, a pattern new wolf spider tracing what the clouds were doing, her glisten of silk a line closer.
But it became the evenings trunk of the giant oak, that leans upward to the stars. That whispered my mind, to how they hold the stars into earth.


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