Tokened Lullaby
Moon's calming sands are migrating.
Sliding transitions that are captivating.
Polls in the north and south are vibrating.
The Universe's powerful spin chanting.
The magnetic pools are of gravity reflecting.
Torus-like helices with profound gyrating.
Souls that are intertwined and floating.
Paused under your breath, yet still doting.
Twilight sky is beckoning me to claim flight.
My body can't fly, but my spirit can be bright.
I stirred the pot of boiling beans of blight
As nothing ever went as planned, I sighed.
Waged with the spoon, and tasted a bite.
Laughing then laid a kiss on my head site.
We often find time to be a frozen light.
Where words are as warm as wool knit.
Written: December 11, 2022
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