Climbing Mountains to Catch the MoonA Poem by Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormI wonder if they have folded their hearts' around an ache no one is able to see.Some try to convince themselves, this is the rarest of sensations as they walk along the edges of a place where their name is whispered by a spring that flows love to all. Still, we wonder if it takes a truly perfect heart beating softly inside of a self-built cocoon to be inspired, hear the call. Does nightfall build the pressure felt of those who fall until they lower their expectations find they are climbing mountains hoping to catch the silvery moon? Is it not obvious that these hearts will travel fearlessly always bowing their heads and closing their eyes, in hope true love will blossom soon. I wonder if they have folded their hearts' around an ache no one is able to see. Or if this is only the beginning of recognizing myself in their mirror. This rare sensation I feel walking along the same edge is merely erasing each step fearlessly taken. The silvery moon has not.... grown any nearer. © 2012 Neva Flores Smith - ChangefulstormAuthor's Note
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