the full moon
eclipsed by a cloudy night
finds its way to my core

where moments are treasured
like lucky pennies
to be given away in dreams

where the wind blows impressions
of a softness on a difficult day
to remind me that Spring returns

where meditations trace my beginnings
to a river, diverged
that soothes my soul

where longing forces me to believe
in the desires
of something i see in dreams

i saw a dove rise
above a blood bath on the highway
before the sun rose

i weep for the innocent
that wake me each morning
to greet me at my door