The woman in the moon is made of waves
If you look close, she swells and falls always
Like the sea; like a dancer's last dance.
Cold but never sad nor bitter nor raw
She showers honey light on us all -
On the eyelids of the sick and the foreheads of sleeping children
In cups of milk with cookie crumbs and late night drives
On the hot breath of love and the dreams of travel
But most of all, inside each inestimable soul,
That is where her dancing, swelling, honey from the sea light goes.
Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 5:51 PM UTC
The woman in the moon is made of waves
If you look close, she swells and falls always
Like the sea; like a dancer's last dance.
Cold but never sad nor bitter nor raw
She showers honey light on us all -
On the eyelids of the sick and the foreheads of sleeping children
In cups of milk with cookie crumbs and late night drives
On the hot breath of love and the dreams of travel
But most of all, inside each inestimable soul,
That is where her dancing, swelling, honey from the sea light goes.
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