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Once in the peace and quiet of my own house, it was time for a writing session. I didn’t write often, but now that I was experiencing some kind of high I felt inspired. I had the words flowing into me, and I just wanted to put them down on paper before I forgot them.
Above, a moon feels cold,
It’s back turned to a black heaven.
But here below, I cannot share its mood.
Where all the stars had been,
There came a crashing fall.
And now, in my heart, I hold all the lights of the sky.
Its face is turned in envy of me.
I know, the moon looks only into my heart,
But my heart is out of reach of the moon’s weak pull.
I have another who has gripped my mind
And, soon, will grip my soul.
His eyes are the only ones that will be able to steal my light away.
All that I am, pulled deep into his being.
I keep these secrets to be seen only by him.
When his hand opens, it shall all be given freely.
5. love is in the air