This paling night,
faint of wind and song
Harness my moon over.
Heed the ground
absent of all shadow and light,
Laying barren under
a steely sky in June.
Appears, your whispered rush
Alighting...igniting me now.
Curving contentment moves,
Bringing your warm release
of day.
2009 sinnaminsun
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