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Distant As The Moon

By sweetbrother

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I do not dare to reach to touch what's distant as the moon I let moon's light wash over me in warm waves; I am golden in this light The harsh light of day reveals me blindly stumbling through existence, seeking shadows to blend into, to hide from eyes that scorn and blame and judge Moon light shows me shining iridescent like hummingbird wings and I drink the light like nectar that feeds my starving soul But I must be still; a racing heart can cause the light to fade, reaching fingers can be brushed back, burning; a gaze held for just an extra moment can cause eternal blindness I do not dare to reach to touch what's fragile as the moon If I just lie still I can hold a piece of the moon near my heart like an amulet And in the harshness of the day I can retreat into shadow and use my piece of moonlight to become golden Written November 9th, 2001 © on Nov 09 2001 06:18 AM PST   0 • 8

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