With soft light resonating, I belong to me.
Aura cleansed, skin shed.
Bright Moon,
She said,
Let me See. Let me See.
Waved her hands through starry skies,
Ascending vision, those who speak, will not tell me lies.
Conjure pure winds with the thick summer air,
tying knots into silken hair.
Bound to me, or set against.
It's your choice, this is your test.
I sit upon a flower bed, braiding crowns for her sleepy head.
The way you moved me doesn't mean much,
when you move another the same way.
I'm the silent one with a lot to say.
Far away and never seen, just a taste,
then into the night with much haste.
I can't stay here when I'm floating away.
Kisses placed into your hands,
"Maybe another day."
S.M.
7/31/15
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