Walking Toward the Moon

We could navigate firm ground alive

play the fool to see a mind survive.

All children must conform to a rope

length set by elders, might we  hope

~

enough to sweep their hearts in motion.

A traveling caravan of wild emotion

pervades the mind of the little eyes;

shall we imagine society’s ills, lies

~

really be enough, to allow a sweet

cherub blossom, the rite to greet

ugliness around shadowed facade

in an optimistic manner. You decide.

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When nightfall becomes our only light

Nature’s embrace, innocence we ignite.

Ancient Moon / Blood Moon

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We see the same

you and I,

years before

we stood today.

We wonder

similar paths

while away

our worried soul

yet out there

again

just the same

the blood red moon,

holds us all

we are together

once again,

like the time before,

and when we did,

wonder the same,

that other eon,

that passage of

rite of

historic event when

we reacted

quite the same,

miles away

in concept, dream,

hope, wonderment.

We always do

wonder with

wild abandon

when allowed

to think

beyond ourselves,

beyond an ancient moon,

a blood red moon

speaks to my soul,

your soul, theirs,

the time before,

when we would want

the same again.

Yet we still

look for more.

Tonight we did

begin again,

until the next one

asks the same,

sees the same,

wonders,

hopes,

dreams the same

under the moon.