Tuesday, 18 August 2009

Moonbeams

 

Moonbeams skating across lightly lit, rippling ponds.

Hands reached out to catch just a trace,

Only one.

Hours I spent stretched on my knees, eyes fixed,

But dark they remained whilst silver flitted

Inches away.

Not one second did I falter or fall,

Until the orange dawn spread throughout

And I stood tall.


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