Full Moon
If you think the right thoughts,
the love just
keeps growing,
big, full moon love,
that place where
it's all a balancing act,
perched on a tightrope,
the threshold of reality.
Imagine the lunar eclipse
a pathway
into the most beautiful forest,
where a winter wind roars
with a new song,
carrying the pine needles
into the air,
just for the sake of creating a miracle today,
never explaining what
the earth's destiny is,
or even
taking a guess at what's coming,
just sinking slow as molasses
into a clandestine meeting
with the biggest full moon ever,
and allowing it to sing to us.
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