The clarity of the quarter moon
Voicing itself toward the waters,
The purity of self absorbed moments
Discovered in the nocturnal prowess...
Receive the night
As the fathoming echoes stay there,
A bird sings,
Edges blur over hushing fountains,
The world is a song of transformation.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
The clarity of the quarter moon
Voicing itself toward the waters,
The purity of self absorbed moments
Discovered in the nocturnal prowess...
Receive the night
As the fathoming echoes stay there,
A bird sings,
Edges blur over hushing fountains,
The world is a song of transformation.
