Mar 11, 2019

'Moonrise, and we swiftly climb up' //

Moonrise, and we swiftly climb
Up through the trees of light.
Human beings on the move.
Below us, the earth sings primitive verses
In a low, rolling voice.
The sun is just a golden memory now.
Up through the trees we climb, like beasts.
Love itself is illuminated.
The moonlight shines on our animal faces.

James

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