March 24, 2010

moonbeam

moonbeam

i caught a moonbeam
in my hand
soft, delicate
beautiful
reflections of a woman
true and soft

i see the sun in you
o father of life
mother of my soul
shine your soft light
touching my lips
my heart

surprise
i am the moonbean
in my hand.

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Filed Under: Poetry: Nature, Poetry: Spirit

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