Heart You To The Happy Moon in Six
Words are a tide
leaving behind,
parting away, goodbye,
this bleakest shore—
all those wandering verses
in mind
I spoke words of
loudest glee
in silent waters
echoes verses
in the alphabet
of my reticence.
my thoughts, dear
penetrated deeper
the whispers of my heart—
bleeding poetry
as it drags
all our precious
summer days
how poor indeed
are the choicest
words to kiss
the traces of our
passing days
where the suns,
and ebony sky
the silver stars and
the rosy moons
held us up
divide us never. . .
yet how rich
are we to dwell in
the bounty of
His grace—
where our tears
and beams;
our joy and pain
perfectly hugs
the number of our days.
I heart you to the happy moons in six!
Jez
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