By Wayne Hoover
Taking a break from the normal quote of the day- is poetry of the day!
the moon rises
threads of twinkling stars
lead her luminescence
across the sky.
the earth watches
and so do i- silent-
bewitched by her spell
and waiting.
in the space of a moment-
magic catches like wildfire
transforming and casting
illusions into the swirling midnight.
when our mother cries
ENOUGH!
and the complacent drone
of civilization is cut short
when the cogs of mind
are forced to grind to a halt
leaving only conscious awareness
how then shall we live?
– both by Alexis
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