Feathermore

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  Once in the peace and quiet of my own house, it was time for a writing session. I didn’t write often, but now that I was experiencing some kind of high I felt inspired. I had the words flowing into me, and I just wanted to put them down on paper before I forgot them.

  Above, a moon feels cold,

  It’s back turned to a black heaven.

  But here below, I cannot share its mood.

  Where all the stars had been,

  There came a crashing fall.

  And now, in my heart, I hold all the lights of the sky.

  Its face is turned in envy of me.

  I know, the moon looks only into my heart,

  But my heart is out of reach of the moon’s weak pull.

  I have another who has gripped my mind

  And, soon, will grip my soul.

  His eyes are the only ones that will be able to steal my light away.

  All that I am, pulled deep into his being.

  I keep these secrets to be seen only by him.

  When his hand opens, it shall all be given freely.

  5. love is in the air