That moment in the night
when Luna wakes you
and sings to
your heartbeat against
soft breathing nearby.

Sings so bright it hurts
but opens you to
the moon-wakened watchers
like you, hear what happens
in the silence
like you, see the hand
of what you believe
right there in the sky
singing truth at you
until you go fall back
and forget.


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About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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