Seduction of the Moon 

Rain-slicked streets

Stormy summer night

The air thick with humidity

In and out of Lacey clouds

She peeks.

Golden sliver of something great.

I try to hold the edges secure

Slipping off, the blood spills

I see: The only time is now.

Everything changes with another breath

or tick of the clock.

I cannot keep secure what I felt slipping

As I too have already changed

Blood has been shed, dripping.

Cycles may repeat, yet the moon today

Is not what she was yesterday.

For I am now different.

As the seer alters the seen.

Image: Google

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    1. Yay! Thank you, Kay! Yes, this is how I felt last night. And it seems to reflect where I am right now and struggling to keep focused in the present without grasping and holding onto it…whew! There is more to it, yes!

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