She arrives quietly before dark night
like a lover returned
reminding how we fell
into one another’s eyes
to share the light—
to help me forget how
the planet spins with acrimony,
all the harsh words
under layers of lies
lost to her shadow cast
across the canyon—
she is a goddess rising.
wonderful
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Beautiful! THIS is why I will be attending your Elko workshop next week. By the way, are there any materials (writing) we should bring along?
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Gorgeous.
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aw John, there’s that old romantic poet peeking out…love this one, of course. La Luna! awwwooooooo
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Bravo! Beautiful imagery painted in those words, John.
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