©Karla
Johnston, InnerConstellation.com
In moon’s fullness,
Silhouette wades along water’s edge,
Fills vial with water,
Adds powder to liquid.
Swirl, swirl, swirl.
Night reflections mingle inside,
Threads of melody,
Escape toothless smile
Voice high, then low.
Ancient water song accompanies waves,
Lapping shore.
Voice high, then low.
Ancient water song accompanies waves,
Lapping shore.
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