there is a circle around the full moona thing of wonder in the warmth of nightan awful omen something not quite rightand then the rain brings life back into tunethis brilliance breaks me out of my cocoonbut chases me indoors i can't requitethe gift of thought and of the fragile lightbut do not understand it is a boonto be caught there that moment by the rainin natural blessing just that simple touchof cooling water taking back to earthboth mind and body it is clear and plainwe must not love the world so very muchas to forget just what the light is worth
Odd ravings, comments, and other wastes of time. Some are in plain prose, yet others are in rhyme.
02 October 2008
a halo round the moon
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