Photograph “Night Fall on the River” by Scott Tucker
Was That You?
Was that you watching the moon
Lift the night out of shadows?
Tracing the path of trees I see
The continued memories of ourselves
Caught in a flux of alternative realities.
Eons of old thought play hide and seek.
Reaching for the sky, I watch the dark
Separate into star showers.
Light slips through my fingers.
The grass sparkles with the astral dust
Of beings longing to breathe.
Eternity whispers
As a sigh excapes the memories.
Was that you
Waiting in the shadows next to me?
Was that you
Waiting for the dark to breathe?
Poetry on Wings 
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