Dipped in ecstatic motion

like being immersed in a love potion

The heart of the root of where it all lies

The mess of chaos in a clever guise

The wit of the word, the way a bird flies

The face of the moon, glowing in soft surprise

Dew-kissed and radiant

Blades of grass dance in the sun’s first light

The beams chase away the fleeting twilight

The break of day, the full departure of night

The illuminating rays of unlimited sight.

– Astral Moonbeam


Photo by: Kay Fochtmann

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