Poem #17

(Poem of the Week)

Let us huddle on the breeze

as your voice speaks melody

and I tell you what the moon

whispers to me.

We’ll hear each other’s journeys

into the horizon blending

two indigo lights

peering into new realms.

You’ll drown me,

and I’ll let you—

and I’ll love it—

because I’m safe with you.

I know how much you feel

I’ve felt it in my sleep

when you wrapped your arms around me

in a dream.

—Celia Blake

Poem #17 is from Part II of Muse by Celia Blake

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