Sunday, January 19, 2014

Spirits Move

Spirits move and writhe here
This night of the full moon
Cold orb dark in eclipse
It's over far too soon
Dancing in the ruins
Chilling all my senses
As I am enamored
Lost within their presence
The wispy phantasms
Disappear with the light
When the eclipse is done
And all becomes so bright
19 January 2014

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