Someone Spun the Moon

We captured constellations
from ravenous skies;
knelt upon stacked rocks
spelling our names into mouths
of red birds in a swaying birch.

We had no more regrets to ponder,
with angels to to confide in;
prayer wafting love

whispering wind
through willows, weeping.

He walks with me
in alliteration,
fragrance of humility
brings us to our knees;

silhouettes dancing
to the blush of dawn

upon these smiling daffodils.

~

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