daydream getaway i love the long days there is an ease that covers me shoulders relax the sun’s heat on my back a glass of wine not far from reach the beach hot sand a wash of saltiness clinging to bareness warm water splashing
the verge on edge does one enter the darkened glen at dusk knowingly that night will soon follow that the moon’s light won’t filter through the limbs the ground hard and cold will not comfort night sounds will louden while one’s voice will silence courage
April’s Full Pink Moon the 1st flowers bloom under the full pink moon casting shadows in a wild phlox hue douse yourself in it’s energy accepting a season of love & creativity this is the moon of motivation and exhilaration
adrift no longer tied to a mooring one can only see so far the horizon barely exists enduring feeling lost on an endless sea of misplaced emotions desire attempts to burn through the mist of vanished hope stability found in steadily fixing one’s
