Abducted

The moon is for lovers and loners

to be washed in the blue-gray light

With shivering awe

of goosebumps, like craters,

Ruminations abound in

stone hearts’ illuminations

And in the darkness, the sky

is the visage of campfires

ablaze in a valley below

In red and blue twinkles

stars flicker and echo

light years of stories of folks

These distant lights impel

a soul hopeful

Consolation in constellations

flash glowing eons of wonders beheld

Inspiration and romance

creep softly into every

fold of feeling exposed

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