“the creative lunars are out” she said,
With music like honey on her lips,
And the red moon hanging low.
Into the cold-blue I went outside
with cats dancing in the shadows
and hair cascading into the night
And lay on the playground slide
Still chill and stared into the sky
Mesmerized by her aberration
Comforted by her transformation.
April 14, 2014
That moment when
the moon sets behind the mountain
and the sun rises from the sea
there is a stillness inside of me
4/15/2014
hinarising 