Frosted Moon – February 10, 2020

Grief, life, love, poetry 1 Minute

Frosted moon

Glowing

Behind the branches

Drawing my eyes up

Somewhere past the skies

Oh little prince

Keep us young

You and I

Outside

In the circle

The world passing us by

The feelings I remember

Easy and whole

The mark left

A constant reminder

Of who I was

And who I’ve become

Oh moonshine,

Lay me down

Sing me a lullaby

And let me go

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