Oh, How the Sky Heals Me
Why do you get out of bed in the morning?
The Moon followed me to work this morning.
Peaked his great pale face over the trees of my home,
To wish me a peaceful day.
And as the Sun rose in the East, he shone
And he shone
And he shone
From within.
For it was finally the moment he could gaze upon her magnificences.
And with the Moon to my back, and the Sun on my face,
And I in between
I felt a love not of this world.
A love that transcends all barriers, all limitations,
A love that sparked new life within me.
The Moon followed me to work this morning.
He wished me a peaceful day,
And I wished him a peaceful sleep.
About the Creator
Julie Breeze
That's what I long to be.
A breeze.
Never in one place, forever flying, a breathe of fresh air; a sigh of relief.
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