Moon echoes



Bright is the summer moon that breaks
As words fly like mad birds
Out of me like lighting
Words that glisten on my brow
Their echo that slices my throat
As waves the light scoops out of
A primordial sea to soothe my burning heart

The light traces roads again and again
Bright with the stars in the sky
Opening a path in my very core
To let the flooding sea drench my inner most
Senses, the wanting willingness to move
The light that reverberates in my essence
The symphony of strings
That have taken the root of my existence
Beyond my power,
To hold me together
Yet break me apart.
Everyday I say the word.

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