moon stones

...droplets of moonlight, gathered for safe-keeping

Saturday, December 10, 2011

the moon tugs me to the edge of waking
she whispers a poem
then lets me doze again

scribbled by mel at 6:44 AM

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mel: i am copious cups of tea, storm winds and wild rain; i'm patchouli and sandalwood, old books and ink-stained fingers. i am a lost girl wending my wandering way down a road less traveled; i love fiercely and unconditionally. i am fire and air. Mother, wife, writer, maker-of-art; i am a work in perpetual progress.

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