Moon's full light swoons on the farmer's pond.
Reeds and cattails bend and sway
to evening's cricket tunes.
Stars kiss the night
and wink promises on the water.
Somewhere nearby
is the crackling sound of campfire,
and a slight scent of wood smoke
drifting on the early autumn breeze.
The hoot of an owl in the distance
punctuated precious memories
that had surfaced from the depths of
stored treasures.
Discovering a nearby fallen log,
the lonely poet, surrounded by dragonflies,
then sat down at the water's edge to pen
Spirit's agape message received.
And so, by high moonlight,
profound thoughts were scripted.
Love isn't only kissing you
Love is knowing you
Love isn't only missing you
Love is finding you
Time waiting in the stillness of heart
produces possibilities.
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