Thursday, August 09, 2012

Your light and your name





Dear Moon,

We gave it a shot, my camera and me, but we couldn't quite capture you.  I don't know the artist who could reproduce your color with paint, or simulate the way you move.  There would need to be a smoldering fire beneath the pigment.

And this is my plight in speaking to you.  I have no language.  Only your name.

As you can see up there, I stay pretty busy; and when my body rests and my pulse slows down and my mind settles, your name comes to my lips as naturally as breath.

That's all for now.

Yours,

Z

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