Still pink dawn of morning,
Pale moon faint in sky becoming sleepy with day.
The whisperings of in-between hours
Melting thoughts away as dreams fade too.
The quietness of nothing,
Neither beaconing nor faltering.
Choosing now for itself
To pour brilliance over land
in slow spatterings of sunbeams
as they trickle to earth.
Soft dew recedes as moon calls each drop home again.
Exhaling her gift of dawn as sweet heartbreath,
Moon empties of self.
Author: DelaneySkyKing
As a writer, my inspirations come from various amazing sources, all for which I'm grateful. I believe in creation and evolution...I am a co-creator of this fine life and strive to constantly evolve myself and those around me. My hope is to accomplish this largely through writing. I am a perpetual student of life and hope to be an open channel for the Divine Muse as often as possible. This can take many forms, be it casual or even technical writing. I am open to considering all projects and tackling those that are in alignment with the highest of values. If I can feel the love and service in your mission and goals, I can get on board. The magic then takes on its own synergistic effect and outcomes are beyond even our original greatest vision. THAT'S the co-creation I'm excited about!
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