Bella Luna.

Essential hands, please hold me,
teach me, right from wrong.
confront and enfold me,
 ever understanding song. 

Let the crescent moon collect
ever traces at my feet, 
that memory, of winters face, 
solemnity complete.

With peaceful steps
I walk this path,
that once burned skin to linger
and now I sigh, in patience palm,
my head rests on her finger.

I perch among the thoughtful sorts
who long have known my theory,
that gladness comes for those who strive,
complete while weak and weary.

 Let light shine forth,and light my smile,
let fireflies glow with living, 
I have found my peace in love, 
and my strength in selfless giving.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

2 thoughts on “Bella Luna.

  1. I sometimes feel a beating pattern when I write…not intentional but I think people pick up on it from time to time.

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