I like a moon to be like a dinner plate.
The sort of moon that keeps birds up late.
The sort of moon that dominates
The night sky and illuminates
The travellers path, over ground,
Whether flat or mountain bound.
It reconfigures how you feel
As anxious darkness turns to teal.
The mind's eye map is torn apart
As you can see things clearer from the start.

09/15/2005

Posted on 09/15/2005
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