Residing in the City of Souls
walking the streets
hanging the moon
on bare branches
aching for bloomings
that will bring
Awe to Ahhh
without a shine
Glowing a Way
But being ever present
to banish the shadows
of Aloneness
Moon Hangers
We Are
if we are
so forget about shining, glowing, illuminating any dark corner
or shadow throwing any doubts or lonelinesses away
HERE’S THE TRUTH OF ALL TRUTHS
YOU JUST DON’T HANG THE MOON
YOU BRING ITS GLOW
AND YOU REPRESENT ITS BEST KIND OF BEAMS
P E R I O D. . .
Now excuse me,
I’ve got a Moon to hang
(AND SO DO YOU)