Moves Along The Season


There’s so many connections,

ones that bring the dark sensations,

ones that give a feeling of completion,

ones that add when the heart cries out,depletion,

it’s like the stones that get polished in the river,

which is the taker, which is the giver,

shining in the sun even when they dry,

their edges softened, some just tumble by,

it’s like the heavens full of tears,

waiting for that moon, crying as it nears,

the brush of fingertips making the petals fall,

the seeds planted in the dark hear the light’s call,

magic even happens in the echoes of reason,

every meeting, dark or light, moves along

the season…



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