A sliver of moonlight catches my eye
through the blinds of my tiny dwelling.
Shadows of wispy clouds move silently
past beams being cast down into the darkened night.
A surge of passion stirs within me;
one of life, of love, and of inner peace.
The dreary clouds move quickly out of view,
and I am left with the light of the heavens
to guide my way through the dense
forest of my typically self-directed mind.
The wind speaks to me in whispers,
calling to me with an irresistible openness,
and I am drawn to it without shame.
A destitute soul no more,
I am suffused with light from The Moonbeam.
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