A Soul Laid Bare

I reached to wipe a moonbeam from the back of my chair
The room stood still, watching my curious grasping fingers
With bated breath, all was tense and motionless and bare
A desire sought, a desire shared

I trembled in attempt at taking the utmost care
In a moment as that, every sense loiters and lingers
Closing my eyes, to this day, my heart can go dwell there
Zoetic life, zoetic prayer

I have no similar memory which I compare
I cannot discern whether this is blessing or minger
But as with angels, faeries, and all my heart finds fair
A soul desire, a soul laid bare





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