(from the moon series - Camino de Santiago edition)
glimmers on the horizon, reflects the shimmer
of gold waves, looks into your soul and whispers,
take a step off the edge, and,
trust that you will not fall,
as the seagulls coast over the cliffs,
as the sun sets and unites the heaven
and the earth, as the waves crash
into the rocks as hard as they can
(trying to push them over) , as the tide
comes in and sweeps the sand,
the moon knows what is beyond the sea,
knows like the innocence of a child
making sandcastle, knows far more
than it realizes but keeps the secrets
stoned down at the bottom of the black
abyss, shipwrecked, under the Atlantic.
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