Walking along the bluff,
Through swaying trees,
Catching glimpses of a fiery orb
Rising from the lake.
Walking into a spider’s web
And a swarm of hovering flies,
As the wind fondled
The shimmering lake.
And the lady in the moon,
Gliding beside me.
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A sailboat on the horizon,
Sunflowers turned to the sun,
A lone gull carried by the wind,
And a whiff of dead fish.
A lilting lapping,
Caressing the pebbles,
And indecisive driftwood,
At the water’s edge.
And the lady in the moon,
Looking down at me.
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All this time
I have been wandering,
Leaving home,
To arrive home.
But suddenly deep inside me,
A tangled wrenching,
Brimming at my eyelids,
As the lady in the moon dipped
To the other side of the world.
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