
Gliding in moonlight
Floating with sun in my eyes
Pliable, content.
Riding on ebb tide
Let the water carry me
Trust it knows its way.
Old pain receding
Water soothing my tired soul
Renewing my joy
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images

Gliding in moonlight
Floating with sun in my eyes
Pliable, content.
Riding on ebb tide
Let the water carry me
Trust it knows its way.
Old pain receding
Water soothing my tired soul
Renewing my joy
By Deborah E. Dayen
Picture from Google Images
Half-moon light.
That pale white light
Illuminating the otherwise dark of night.
Pours through my skylight,
Lighting up my room
So I am not afraid of the dark anymore.
So many nights,
I lay in fear of the darkness.
It allowed in all the memories I tried to forget.
This moon, this half moon light
relegates those old memories to a past life.
They are like an old dream,
An old movie.
Just a fantasy
Never based in truth.
The moonlight allows me the freedom
To see things as they are.
Real. Good.
Free.
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