The moon lives in the lining of your skin."
— Pablo Neruda
fire rages always
within those hearts whose words rise
alongside our gold moon
we can take the girl
away from stars, moon, planets
still, they live within
how to process this
moon-held shining from inside
bring it out to dust
dare to dance inside
with only trust guiding love
undulant as moon
dreams of smiling friends
sharing green celery stalks,
under one huge sky
some of us do fly
over forest's brighter pond
then-- falling softly
Kate Lamberg
1/12/11
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