Blossom Moon
Blossom Moon
A feint magnolia mist gently caresses the
distant murmuring of the night sky
Swords clatter to the barren earth as
the promise of peace washes over me
I hold my hands in front of my face
wondering what I have become
Have these hands forged goodness or pain?
have my words raised hope or fear?
The blossom moon fills my eyes with strength
sending despair to silent shadows
as endless eternity bathes in glowing light
oceans wax and wane
children laugh and play
hearts surrender and rejoice
Under the blossom moon
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Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2010
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