The Naked Troubadour

Twelfth House Moon [poem]

Posted on Jul 21, 2013 Updated on Mar 26, 2017

A twelfth house moon fills up my view
and itself too
and fills the space between the forms
of me and you.
By you I mean not just a single soul
but every written scroll who ever lived
(for that is what we are —
some holy words breathed into flesh
from where we lose our way
our minds enmeshed
in mercenary dreams
and acquisition’s
jaded schemes
unless we let
the moon’s
unspoken
light into
our mind
and find
that we
are just
(in spite of what we may believe)
reflections too.
The moon
the mirror of the sun
and all of us
a shaft of light
each one.
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© Alan Morrison, 2013
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