this is the first....
When there is no moon
hang on the stars..
a leap of faith
a fine option as far as
illusions come and go...
cradled in invisible arms
cocooned wrapping silent lullabyes...
hear silence singing
ancient tones tuning
harp's golden vibrations
undulating lacey hand-woven hanging bed
heavenly rocking
sweet warm dark breezes whisper
"when there is no moon
hang on the stars."
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