I see the moon
Refracted infinitely
Reflected over ripples and waves
She guides night’s sailors
Over calm seas
I see the moon
Rising into midnight
Smiling her benevolence
Down upon us
Sinner or saint alike
I see the moon
As I stand between worlds
At the edge of the water
Ready to slip my skin
And frolic
The moon sees me
And does not judge
This creature halved
Between times
Finding my own peace
In all of this division ~ Caroline A. Slee
Beautiful…
Thank you so much!
You’re welcome 😉