~ Whispers from the Valley of the Moon ~
In repose, the soul waits
sheltered, in the Valley of the Moon
Time is languid
insignificant to the outcome
of its own breath
for a die cast by Fate
doesn’t roll again
and the inevitable will come
even as the moon sleeps
Earth and air
carry a love bare
flying true on a breeze
from the highest of stars
to the depths of the seas
Guided by instinct
whispers dance through the silken mist
not unlike promises of magic
and set the night aflutter
The moon awakens
and the soul stirs
senses heightened
as the familiar
touches down
It is their time
again.
(c) Dahlia Ramone: September 6, 2014
Dahlia Ramone 