Writing under the moon’s luminescence,
remembering you above me as cozy star blanket,
we are the falling starlight.
One comet split into two tails,
far from the Soul’s Nebula,
Down to a temporary home,
on a mission of loving grace,
I landed far from my Beloved’s place.
embers gently tended,
recalling always your beautiful face.
(c) Amanda Wilson 2013