The moon clears the fog*
Smokey dark evening a dense sensation
The moments go by of some sort of destination
A slight spin of accuracy turns around the sun
The darker side of where I am as it still is one
I gaze upon the sky and note separating clouds
Somehow dissipation, an opening is allowed
Like a cigarette in an ashtray left alone
To burn out to the filter on its own
A clearing is now seen in a glowing light
To have no mare darkness on a cloudy night
When the sky opens which one will see soon
From now what is left behind was a foggy moon
Dom*Colucci © 2020
~image from google images~
ReplyDeletegorgeous shot and beautiful poem!
ReplyDelete~thank you my Precious Flower~was inspired a few nights ago looking at the mon this way~enjoy~
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