Monday, August 30, 2004
untouchable
mostly full moon
beams down upon windowpane
unfathomable beauty
crisp and iridescent
vibing me with hope
yet taunting me
with beauty it holds
in its mysterious soul
as if to say
you can see me
but not yet touch
this serenity
and unconditional love
are not yet for you
deep, resonate ache
booms clear the truth
I am destined to
observe from afar
sacred spaces
blown hollow
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