#pinkmoon
Balance & harmony dance side by side, under the blushing pink moon tonight.
Across the cosmic divide, petals falling, eyes glancing, as they're gracefully gliding around the illuminated divine.
A love written in scales & stars, floating under opal, moonlit skies.
We'll meet the veil in silken waves during the pink moon's rise.
Venus whispers sweet truths, from eyes in shades of greens & blues.
Within a galaxy of ethereal embrace, where flowers of blushing rose awaken in full bloom.
💕🌕
Apr 12, 2025
Apr 12, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
hot but cold, yes
still recovering
yet I want another holiday
already I've laid here too long
& the itch to flee
builds again inside of me
it felt like a blur, but I sure
cried like hell & the fever never
seemed to let go
so I slept & slept,
& woke to puddles full of sweat
& dreamt of somewhere maybe
we could go.
I thought we could take holiday
somewhere near, maybe far
take a boat, or possibly car
I could pack one bag
or how about a few?
still recovering
yet I am ready to go
because this place isn't home
& I want something new
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
Looking out across the many shades of dark on dark
The rolling ashen gray fog opens a window to the dawn
and I feel a loneliness, arising like the winter sun
… in the morning
The trees have bared their golden surrender
Breaking silence through the windswept boughs
below, gathered dewdrops blossom on the last winter rose
… a chilling epilogue
Beyond the waning hydrangea sundried sepia tones
Latent conflicts of the head and heart stir the hush of memories
imposing heart whispers, arising like sunlight shadows cast
… in the morning
There’s no one listening to the wind roar the incoming wintertide
An ascending sadness paints many hues that contrast dark and light
as the Pink Moon, steals away over lonely mountain headed south
… in the morning
every picture tells a story ― ☾ wild is the wind ☽
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 9:46 AM UTC