the moon

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the moon
is no longer silent
its bright light has been beckoned
out of the tangled web of clouds
forged by a force high above
to keep it hidden

an eerie glow is cast down
haunting the soul’s darkest desire

but illuminating the dreams
of those that feast in the night

as it guides our way down some path
that may or may not be predetermined
we must decide between
all that is good in the moon
and all that is



as the sun sets

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as the          sets just below the trees


and just above the mountains,

an eagle’s screech rings out


setting the stage for nature


a place where anything can happen

where the moon is as bright

as the sun


and something as small as a

rock dropping on a worn down trail

can be heard for                                               miles

and                                                                                                      miles