Light as the breath of fireflies,
is the thoughts that rain down around my mind.
Sparkling and then gone.
I stand in awe of being and try to come to understanding.
Having danced with disaster I now waltz with joy.
At least for this moment...
The moon rises just to tell me of the pains of others.
That loneliness is a shared state.
Alone...
I stand like a tree surrounded by a forest of others.
She shines down on me,
and on you,
and on all of us.
And in her light she whispers her truths.
The wind passes along our hopes and sorrows...
From one to another.
I reach out and find your welcoming hand.
It was just there waiting for me to take it...
And then I know that the moon was right once again.
That I am not as alone as I feared...
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