Frames of Moonlight


Grazed by shadowed frames of moonlight
the errant tide pouring over my skin
as salt-water waves lap the shore
slipping their pull across my mind
in the contented afterglow of evening,
I pause in quiet reflection
inwardly gazing at the perfect solitude
of absolute adoration —
and I wonder if this arcane feeling
pouring from my bones and coursing
through my veins is only mingled stardust
reflecting on its perfect sacrifice,
a star gave its life
so that we could feel
the tangled shades of divine love.

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