documentary of what is now

i may have to fly over arid hesitation

in parched and shadowed silence.

in such a half spent moment

vocabularies of more than a hundred miles

will not save me.

i come back to this:

the prowling moon of prayers ignited

on the incantation of acceptance,

the sea-stars of midnight

clasped in your sun-browned hands.

Comments

[Elizabeth]

Breathing this in. Deeply.

[brooke]

sea stars of midnight!

I also like the prowling moon of prayers ~ I always get a special thrill when I see the full moon or very small sliver moon. chills.

[Stephanie]

Swooning!

the incantation of acceptance,

the sea-stars of midnight

clasped in your sun-browned hands.