following the moon
By boneplate
to be but a
seed laying
in your palm. blown
by your
breath,
collected by the wind….
a flower
graced by your hair.
a whisper
on the edge of your lips
tasting
your breath.
feeling the wind
call
my name. the glimmer
of your eyes
in the moon. to taste like you,
of you. the tenderness
of your spirit
the smell of innocence
youthful and wonder.
following the moon…
guiding
me home…
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Copyright 2010 boneplate
Published on Wednesday, April 28, 2010.
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Comments on "following the moon"
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A former member wrote:
A lullaby of sorts, yes... but the most beautiful slumber this would invoke. Good gracious. This is truly wonderful.
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A former member wrote:
this is stunning.."a flower graced by your hair. a whisper on the edge of your lips." so beautiful, such a picture you paint.
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A former member wrote:
this does have an air of equanimity, both intoxicating and graceful...
(it does not induce slumber, your comment below made me laugh)
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On Thursday, April 29, 2010, Meadowhawk
(160) wrote:
Sweetly worded. An enjoyable read.
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A former member wrote:
soft and thoughtful.... delicate and ruminative.... very nice.... so peaceful. I think you want to omit the 'e' in breathe.... if you want the noun and not the verb.... I think I'll follow the moon.... this put me in the mood for a nice melancholy sleep. thanks.
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On Wednesday, April 28, 2010, boneplate
(56) wrote:
Thanks for the advise...Glad my write put you to sleep........