desires encapsulate me like the moon,as inside my being I swoon,looking to the sky,watching the moongoby as clouds filter throughthe darkness,the shadow of whichbecomes thehardest to recognize it is the mirroredreflection I see, whendancing with the trees andbecomingmore thanone dreamed until the last particle ofmy being is seen… and, love is blossomed in-betweenthe rivers full […]
a moonbeam…
