Unspoken Word
November 14, 2018

Now that I have seen what creates me
I no longer need to die
or speak of moonrisen eyes of others
gone wild for me.
Amazed, I stand alone now
at the sight of the one
who lightens the stones
and tunes my ear to the sound of my own heart
no longer locked behind bones.
leaves are turning the color of old men's teeth
and I blush at the thought
of ever being alone with you.
How can I explain?
Driftwood here I have become,
carried to a shore beyond my sight
where you forever wait --
cave of undiscovered gold,
pure earth,
first ray of sun,
moonbeam in the slow night of my arrival.

Excerpted from Full Moon at Sunrise

Posted by Mitch Ditkoff at November 14, 2018 06:12 PM

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