moon

January 5, 2014 § Leave a comment

the ethereal shine
does not reflect
but speaks to the ink
surrounding its edge
such a beam of bright
in a sea
of space.

a moment of gazing
at the globe
resting above
seems to take away breaths
of doubt
from those below

even after it rises or sets or rises
its magic
its glow
remains
a beacon
of belief

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