Through Us

Spirit speaks
as moonbeams seek
within the night, the soul
of this ever-living whole

The light a source
of darkness dwelling
creating shadows endlessly
that fly through nighttime skies

only to return again
just when the sun
in distance gathers strenth
to peak o'er vast horizons
shining through the mist of mind
in all of us


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