Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Orange eye squinting, we worship the Moon Orange eye squinting between branches trying to hold on reluctant to go promising to turn everything false gold before you swoon and fall behind your horizon Far from your zenith you keep your own council your flickering flame, your dying embers We worship the Moon, its gentle reflection, its calm meditation, how it doesn't burn while guiding us through the night. © Copyright 2021 Kåre Enga [178.158.s] (21.juni.2021) |