Treading softly
and leaping
from shadow to shadow,
existing only in places dark,
you find a sunken repose
in the folded corners of my heart:
a welcome stranger that I didn’t invite –
I only ever lose you in the moonlight.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Treading softly
and leaping
from shadow to shadow,
existing only in places dark,
you find a sunken repose
in the folded corners of my heart:
a welcome stranger that I didn’t invite –
I only ever lose you in the moonlight.