Poinciana moons
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
moonlight,
circles drawn
on waves at an untouched horizon
a beauty in silver waters
… unremembered
though in winter dust
I sometimes shift the darkness
and memory paints the sky
so, behind closed eyes
the stars hold the brightness,
of yesterday
the wind betrays to the trees,
the secrets of mountain echoes
from far away
my emotions are then allowed
(for a time)
to breathe…
and within the horn-coloured glow
of days that dream into nights,
… I think of us