***
dreaming late at night
wandering rooms of my mind
so much needs repairing
***
midnight travel
noise of her silence
the moon
***
in the speak of words
a resonating
dreaming late at night
wandering rooms of my mind
so much needs repairing
***
midnight travel
noise of her silence
the moon
***
in the speak of words
a resonating
of spiritual eternity
***
from the lonely lighthouse
of her mind
***
from the lonely lighthouse
of her mind
a beacon searches
***
making wishes upon stars
here I am
looking out of the window
***
stars dancing in the sky
a symphony of shades of white
full moon rises
***
night's raven wings enfolded
***
making wishes upon stars
here I am
looking out of the window
***
stars dancing in the sky
a symphony of shades of white
full moon rises
***
night's raven wings enfolded
breezes of the mountain
the moon's fullness
***
silent moonshadow
above the mountain
I watch your name
***
stars gather
moon rises high
***
silent moonshadow
above the mountain
I watch your name
***
stars gather
moon rises high
standing still I wait
***
lighting my path
the moon
shows me the way home
***
face of the moon
looking in my window
I turn over in my sleep
***
stars of my soul
light the milky way
I see you in my dreams
***
I sit on my swing
with my blanket and thermos
waiting for stars
my dog barks
I look up
***
the sound of frogs
hibernating
frosty stars
***
lapping water in the frog pond
the cat
sips stars
***
standing on the seashore
I look up at the inky sky
only the moon
***
on the island
a ceiling of stars
I pull my blanket up tighter
***
in the water barrel
captive
moon and stars
***
winter winds blowing hard
tree branches stretching further and further
catch a falling star
***
a falling star
the child
looked everywhere
she stares in wonder
in the water barrel
***
stars
softly singing
their songs of childhood
***
guiding you
though dark liquid night
a solitary star
***
I watch the moon
stealthily peek
in every window in my bungalow
when I peer out
she ducks below the horizon
***
the child watched
the moon get up
and sometimes
the moon
never went back to bed
***
shivering
in the icy blue night
stars
***
swirling through the sky
night wind
scattering stars
***
webs of shadows
softly spun
I wander through empty rooms
***
outside in the frost
scatterings
of tiny perfect stars
***
fragile scents of flowers
secrets
for you and I
***
daughter of the sea
your salty tears are done
and skin turns to parchment dry
seven years seven long past
time for your return
***
first star of evening
my upturned face
a bat veers past
***
the child
dug holes in the sand
empty holes
she watched while they filled
to the brim with sea
***
***
lighting my path
the moon
shows me the way home
***
face of the moon
looking in my window
I turn over in my sleep
***
stars of my soul
light the milky way
I see you in my dreams
***
I sit on my swing
with my blanket and thermos
waiting for stars
my dog barks
I look up
***
the sound of frogs
hibernating
frosty stars
***
lapping water in the frog pond
the cat
sips stars
***
standing on the seashore
I look up at the inky sky
only the moon
***
on the island
a ceiling of stars
I pull my blanket up tighter
***
in the water barrel
captive
moon and stars
***
winter winds blowing hard
tree branches stretching further and further
catch a falling star
***
a falling star
the child
looked everywhere
she stares in wonder
in the water barrel
***
stars
softly singing
their songs of childhood
***
guiding you
though dark liquid night
a solitary star
***
I watch the moon
stealthily peek
in every window in my bungalow
when I peer out
she ducks below the horizon
***
the child watched
the moon get up
and sometimes
the moon
never went back to bed
***
shivering
in the icy blue night
stars
***
swirling through the sky
night wind
scattering stars
***
webs of shadows
softly spun
I wander through empty rooms
***
outside in the frost
scatterings
of tiny perfect stars
***
fragile scents of flowers
secrets
for you and I
***
daughter of the sea
your salty tears are done
and skin turns to parchment dry
seven years seven long past
time for your return
***
first star of evening
my upturned face
a bat veers past
***
the child
dug holes in the sand
empty holes
she watched while they filled
to the brim with sea
***
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