August 25, 2020

gratitude

when your moon is rising in my sky
— for a moment
the world holds its breath
and the sea's blue heart skips a beat

then the wavelets
carry your light to the bay
the small bay where a yearning
entangles in the dark green of pines
sighing in nocturnal breeze

your rays find the rocky ground
where a flock of blue flowers
sway into tender dreams.


(for D.)

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