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December 8, 2011 Poetry

Moonwalks

There are no lonely shadows.
There are no paupers in the night.
The broken heart can blossom,
In an early morning light.

But for now I moonwalk,
My soul held by a heartstring tied.
Pale blue water,
And none but a crisp wind as guide.

A crunch on dirt path,
Twinkle from the silver stones,
Stars and memories awaken,
Never truly walking lone.

The tattered leaves speak volumes,
Seasons passing as the tyde,
The evenlight a quiet blessing,
For nowhere need I turn and hide.

There are no lonely shadows,
My soul held by a heartstring tied.
Stars and memories awaken,
For nowhere need I turn and hide.

So for now,
I moonwalk.