Friday, 4 May 2012

Encompass Now

Slowly the moon rises
And pen to paper is put
A life of a shadow
Borne to all the world
Not to see
To find
Amongst the iridescent stars
And the sun that waits over the pull of gravity
Rests so softly
See it not, but find it aye
A shadow to slip between the worlds
To flit nigh on clouds
Taunting its strings
Slowly the moon rises
You rest

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