the clinging of winter asks a question
in what language does it speak
where are the ears to hear the voice
the rhyme and the reason
colors faded into ice blue
long nights spent in moon shadows
circling the sun and waiting
for the dawn to come
waiting for the answers hidden
frozen in time
across a star speckled sky
feel the warmth in creation
the out breathing of life
the heat of the heart within
looks back into time
searching the enigma for eternity
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what beautiful thoughts you have spun within the silver moon beams…
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Thank you … as the song goes – more to see than can ever be seen more to do than can ever be done …
I know those words well…sometimes I wish I didn’t ..
Have a wonderful evening into the morning light
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Beautiful, Peter.
Thank you so much …
Your words felt in the stillness of moonlight Peter, thank you. X
Our journey is stillness as much as it is motion … thank you!