Lurking black night enfolds life breath,
With soft covered sounds that flow and ebb.
Stars dripping purple, silently soak
Sparkled green dust to a world that is broke.
Moon rising, Moon reaching beyond icy grasp,
Steel fingers wipe wordlessly…
All that we ask.
The creator’s hand paints
Gold-spilled lines revealing,
Lurking black nights enfolded in healing.
Words and Image by Magical Normal Life