moon eye
Here I stand
Reflecting on Space and Light
Painting, Poetry & Pottery from the heart
my mother is losing her mind
like a broken typewriter
clacking away randomly
furiously
pages and pages
of nonsense
i cannot remember
feeling the cocoon of safety
in your arms
the warmth of reassurance
when something bad happened
life is humming all around
and within
the air is thick
with the nectar of creation