The first autumn moon and a few scattered wisps of white.
Mostly a light, crisp, dark blue space,
helping everything open up, the world moves easily too.
A kind hope resides in the crumbling brick and boarded up windows.
speaking of better times - hidden smiles.
While these passing days seem hurrying to nowhere,
I pretending as well as any,
quick steps and a furrowed brow.
Yet out here in the quiet - the dark, its easy to see eternity
shining down onto the streets, across the lawns,
shadows that seem to sit and wait.
From here I know the moon will come again, clear and true,
whispering quietly to lay down my heart.
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