Moonshine St Mary
It didn’t matter
How dusty the floor was
or the twisted vines
Weaving into holy and unholy places
A candle was lit
Illuminating all the nuances
Of faded beauty
Plastered across forgotten walls
Exhumed from the unkempt grass
in the backyard
brought inside your dining room
And fed love
I can’t remember
the last time
I felt
this full
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Oh, I just love this Ryan, what imagery!
Thank you, Allen
This is so good. Love the title.
Thank you