Sunday, October 25, 2009

At Home with Mystery

It was the moon that spoke to me in a whisper

Her words were soft and mysterious.

It was her silver light showing through the clouds

like and eerie beacon illuminating my path.

One could then two,

clouds obscured my view as I watched her shine despite the obstruction

Within mystery I find my sanctuary,

as through the veil I pass.

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