Sacred Moon's Light

By Stone Bryson

Full moon ascending... horizon’s dark spice,

spring breeze is stirring

and shifting the blinds.

The motion of airflow… dances ‘cross skin,

rekindles a fire

that once lived within.

As dusk blurs to nightfall… in a stark raven’s sky,

redemption’s discovered… with the sacred moon’s light.

A candle is burning… incense adrift,

an azure flame dancing

by the wind’s subtle shift.

A life of confusion… of doubt and of pain,

begins to dissolve

on the nocturnal plane.

The depth of the moment… is captured in flight,

an owl’s pass is shadowed… by the sacred moon’s light.

The essence of silver… alight with its spark,

feeling renewal

in the wisp of the dark.

The air moves with purpose… alive yet unseen,

driving out demons

by the force of Between.

A night-hawk perched proudly… silhouette in the night,

the royalty of freedom… in the sacred moon’s light.

Copyright © 2007 Stone Bryson.  All Rights Reserved.

Written February 2007

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