How many stars shine
on the dark side of the moon?
I place my palm against
December’s window and wish
it was dear Luna’s cheek.
She lives melancholy she can’t elude,
but faithfully keeps her face toward
the sun collecting light so I can find
my way through the river of shadows.
Selfish me knows I’m no better than spring
who must wait for Luna to bring her candle
to a nursery of sleeping daffodils...
yet in this spot of night I own the light that cradles me.
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to a nursery of sleeping daffodils“
What a gorgeous image and description! My eyes went twitchy and read “daffodils” as “dolls” at first, so I’m totally picturing a nursery of daffodil dolls now, something like Cabbage Patch Kids, I suppose. :)
my way through the river of shadows." I can see the moon as a dear and never failing friend here. Very moving lines.
As I just said to someone else, several of us seem to have been moon-inspired lately.
Thank you Susie for dropping by to read mine
Much✏love
'I place my palm against
December’s window and wish
it was dear Luna’s cheek.'
~ sigh ~ just lovely.