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I, The Tired Moon

I, The Tired Moon

 

They tell me when the sun has gone

Behind the cloud, that night has come

For one more moment, swift.

I run to greet the shadow on the sandy beach

Of pebbled stars in clear shark night.

The roaming wave of humid blindness

Feels for my vivid form in nothingness,

But I find comfort in the sprinkle of light

As it blooms in the misty soil

From somewhere in the sanctum

Of my soul.

 

Frail, as a damp twig,

I, the tired moon, salute the coming day.

It begins again, a new wave to flow

On the deserted shore of wavy grass,

Shifted by the moving wind,

Cleansed by the awakening dew within.

Birds, peaked in song,

Bless the rays of sun,

Which soothe my growing shadow

On the tide of time.

 

The wind brushes past

The gray clouds in the dale.

Night leaves the ship;

Day has set sail.

 

Copyright © 2018/03/30 Barbara Harris Leonhard @extraordinarysunshineweaver.wordpress.com

 

Image: “Moon Shadow”  digital art ©Martha Harris See Martha’s Artistic Flarings @artisticflarings.blog

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Oh What a Beautiful Day!

Oh What a Beautiful Day!

Oh what a beautiful day

To lie awake by

The Sea of Sorrows with

Each cold wave

Hitting the shore

Laced with drifting

Wood of time as

Gulls dine on Light with

The Keeper of Words.

The skiff awaits.

 

Copyright© August 16, 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

Image: Pixabay

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The Colors of My Soul

What is the color of my Soul?

It is all colors.

It is the colors I have kept in a box

I’ve failed to open too long.

It is the palette of my heart

I’ve failed to use too long.

The colors are there in brilliant hue

And not dull, as I feared.

My Soul is strong in colors,

Like the fire in a rainbow

Stretching from my heart

To all my cells and senses

And to the stars,

Making a way for me to go

And leave behind the dull shades

Of grief

            Of fear

                        Of anger

                                    Of self doubt.

They are the colors

Of my shadow heart.

My Soul is the artist

Who will fill the dusty canvas

With gentle strokes,

Creating the sunrise

Of my heart,

Splashes of orange and gold,

Colors of light spreading to other hearts,

Making them one heart,

The color of love.

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Copyright © 2017 Barbara Harris Leonhard

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