The moon...
Once I reached out and touched the moon,
My fingers encased it's soft silky glow,
As a babe I have gazed upon this alabaster orb,
Mesmerised by her timeless beauty,
Knowing now she shall hang there long after I am gone,
Her soft sheen fills my heart with hope,
From the beginning of time she has adorned the night sky,
Whispering echos from times long since passed,
The breath of history brushing my skin softly,
For her place in this beautiful existance,
Is to bring to life the shadows upon nights canvas,
So when the gloom of night embrases you,
Look up at the beauty of the moon and realise,
Her lustre can warm every corner of your heart,
She shall carry away all fears upon her drifting tide,
For we are all but a grain of sand upon the beach of existance...
Spread the love... The peace will follow...
poem by Cosmic Dreamer
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