The softest light of the moon melts into our hearts
Bending them into remembered meaning
Softly calling us back, so we can stand apart
Passing into our spirits’ open doors
The essence of its being
We hold this light, clasped within our hearts embrace
In an everlasting picture we can recall
When the sun begins its journey upon our face
The softest light of the moon
Our soul enthralls
When we walk within our day on a troubling course
The softest light of the moon remains
Quietly calling our spirits back to reinforce
An endless light into our view
We can easily obtain
Should we happen to find that it’s dark overhead
The light of the moon has disappeared
If we will quietly look into our hearts instead
Our souls will find the softest light
Is still right there
Jan 8, 2011
Jan 8, 2011 at 6:16 PM UTC
The softest light of the moon melts into our hearts
Bending them into remembered meaning
Softly calling us back, so we can stand apart
Passing into our spirits’ open doors
The essence of its being
We hold this light, clasped within our hearts embrace
In an everlasting picture we can recall
When the sun begins its journey upon our face
The softest light of the moon
Our soul enthralls
When we walk within our day on a troubling course
The softest light of the moon remains
Quietly calling our spirits back to reinforce
An endless light into our view
We can easily obtain
Should we happen to find that it’s dark overhead
The light of the moon has disappeared
If we will quietly look into our hearts instead
Our souls will find the softest light
Is still right there
Copyright *Neva Flores @2011
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