round light that is the moon
gliding, a psychic eye in the sky
before lightning drowns it
with falling water
water of the moon floats over me
water of the moon is a dry seabed
on the spin of rock in the sky
that swings round
and around us
pulling the
waters
as I am pulled to you
envisioning what always was
but can never be
and then becomes
when the shroud of purple cloud
drifts clearing our hearts
luminescent crystal ball
floating
moon is round
spiritual truth and illusion
one vision
tonight we find
tonight
we are found
gliding, a psychic eye in the sky
before lightning drowns it
with falling water
water of the moon floats over me
water of the moon is a dry seabed
on the spin of rock in the sky
that swings round
and around us
pulling the
waters
as I am pulled to you
envisioning what always was
but can never be
and then becomes
when the shroud of purple cloud
drifts clearing our hearts
luminescent crystal ball
floating
moon is round
spiritual truth and illusion
one vision
tonight we find
tonight
we are found
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