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Moon Drip Pool
Languid shadows of a pine forest night
Slipping singing tasting
The moon drip pool
Where darkness bathes in the
Tears of the gods
The silver steam
Rising faceless
And holy
Like some precious memory
You wish had stayed
Faint and faltering
Lies a little candle
Clutched in the stony
Grasp of the pool ledge
Left by some forgettfull ghost
Too scared to douse the flame
Knowing that it's absence
Would leave a bigger hole
Than the darkness
I really enjoyed reading this
I really enjoyed reading this piece and then visualizing with eyes closed.
I especially enjoyed how the "little" can bring heavenly proportions i.e. bigger than darkness.
To me, every line, every word is so "garden." I would describe you, without even knowing you, as a "garden soul."