Leave your summering sensesA Poem by An owl on the moonWatch the world open your eyes to endless wonder...
Leave your summering senses, wander the shimmering heights. Here in the sheltered silence, take unnatural, winged flight. Birth comes to all by nature, but walking must be learned. So holding on to the future, climb a sacred staircase spurned. The waning day in a golden hue has passed us by, and spoken little. My eyes did not see a dozen blessings, the holy hush in life’s frailing brittle. When will the dust be sanctified? And when will death be defeated? The summer is silenced and I am only a hollow echo, calm retreated. A wind’s muted strain is movement, it truly has no blue ambient voice. In chords of soft shifting silence, its rhythm is a breathless choice. Mundane gives birth to the mysterious; it plays across earth’s landscaped dune. How we rest beside the sea in wonder, waiting for the stars to lace the moon…
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Added on August 9, 2010Last Updated on August 17, 2010 AuthorAn owl on the moonAbout2024 is here... May we make it so much more heaven than hell... Wishing all peace on earth... Together, maybe we go the distance... The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet t.. more..Writing
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