I know a woman who emits light when she speaks,
Few hear her words.
She chooses them carefully and with grace,
They are a blessing to my ears,
and a comfort to my soul,
I sometimes wonder if moonlight bleeds from her fingers,
Maybe one day,
They'll illuminate my skin,
For now I'll keep her safe among the stars,
and like the dark,
Swallow the light when she speaks

Take a dip in the peaceful waters found in another's poems
find refreshment for the soul
Avoid the tempest troubled waters contained in the jealous sea
instead choose peace and tranquility