Sometimes the full moon shines so bright, Like it did tonight. It's light shines through piercing a fleecy blanket of clouds so the sky glows soft and supple and illuminates the ground.
The wind blows so powerful, purposeful, that
I am baptized by the crisp air and
my pink skin is cleaned till I feel no cold.
Trees whisper their secrets around me.
Leaves caressing each other;
stroking to the rhythmic flow of the wind.
I am alone but never alone.
The ghosts of my thoughts,
spirits of the past, they always loom.
Over my head, beyond my hands,
touching my face and licking my tears.
Drink up. Drink my sorrow. Kiss my feet.
Hold my weight. Strengthen these bones.
Fortify my heart. Enrich my blood.
Heal these fleshy organs. Restore my eyes.
And I never feel that sad again.
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