Moonbow
If a prismatic halo can wreathe
the cracks, craters, crevices
of a forlorn, speckled moon,
bleeding light into an abyssal night,
a smattering of rain can errode
the dirt, bruises, regrets
of my erratic, seeking soul,
weaving wonder into this hapless era.
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Fantastic argument! May it come to pass. Saw the moonbow at Cumberland State Park one year. It was beautiful!
Thank you for your kind words! And I agree: moonbows are beautiful. 🙂