The moon has a different glow tonight
It is called Hope
For any pure Sou who’s awaken at this very moment
Please join me to a silent prayer of healing and renewal
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She laid there In Silence The ceiling fan flow of air gave her chills down her spine
She just recalled falling asleep with just a towel wrapped around her Soul
A salt lamp dimming her dreams to just a whisper a prayer the ancient moon she so loves a stare away A faraway sound a night owl macabre melancholic chants
Not a leaf sound yet such noise within
3 am time Same bittersweet taste down her throat one breath in one out
Time to grab paper and pen and lay out a prayer a wish to a lit aromatic candle.. her favorite soy vanilla spice.. she just loved the way it glommed on creating shadows of ghostly memories of Home…To hold on too or just Letting go…I’ll think about it tomorrow..
Oh wait it is tomorrow…
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