Want the moonless night
the sable mask that blinds the stars so that even
the owl and fox and every prophet of sunless song
retreat to the wilderness of memory
making this body the only oracle you need
as silence slips its long arms around your shoulders
and the dark road carries you mile
after lonely mile with want a silver stain
on your cheeks and somewhere, waiting,
the acclamation of jasmine, a candle flame,
a cup to fill these pilgrim hands.
The Traveling Light 
My dearest most gifted friend. I so so so hope you compile these amazing poems of yours into a book someday. They are true treasure.
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Thank you, most glorious cheerleader. Finally, finally, I’m beginning to see it.
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once again, YOU ROCK IT!!!
amazing..may i write like you when i grow up!! xoxo
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Only if I can dance like you! 😉 Thank you, Sister Poet. Looking forward to seeing what beautiful fruits are ripening for you.
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Beautiful. Food for the hungry soul.
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Thank you, Betty. Honored to have you find nourishment in these words.
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