Two moons glow
In my indigo eve;
Where, once, there were none.

Don’t ask me how it happened,
Or which moon is the original
And which was fashionably late.

For my slumber is beset
Upon double shores of sand.
All bleed diamonds
In an otherwise blue sky world.

In the highest blaze of
Sun’s reign,
I ache only for
The cool of Moons
To brush away hair
From worried brow;
To lullaby this anxiety.

For whenever Moons are,
I am –
Infused with shimmers
Of Shine’s caress
And ageless dreams.

07/25/2013

Posted on 07/25/2013
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