The moon drops on a silent night
bring ripe and warm light
leave the sun with a dusty bias.
The moon comes down with a story
about green leaves and white flowers,
about the petals of an age that are aging by smoke.
The moon peeked through the wide glass window between the gap of the arrogant trees
near the children's baths.
There is beauty tucked and revealed by the wind that rips the wound.
The moon rises away as the morning bursts of hope
when a new story will be written soon.
People are looking for the moon that fell last night, along the asphalt road, splitting the bush. Look for it to the end of time until the night comes back:
Will the moon always come down at night?.
@calmsoulThe Moon Down in Silent Night


