On a new moon high
I crossed the dusky landscape
Looking for pieces
Of a forgotten prayer
Don’t wake me now
For in my dreams, I see it clearly
And reach out
Believing once more.
How does that mantra go?
With pardons and please.
It’s all sketchy now -
But no further than it seems.
And yet there is no contrast
Between the objects unseen.
Trust that it does not matter now -
That time will come with the light.
03.05.13
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