Set free

I walked into the softness of a morning broken

soundless skies speak and the moon hangs

like a balloon that has lost it’s string yet hovers

just out of reach

floating gently on this calm sky

and I watch in wonder

set free in thoughts of how many others

see the same image

and dream through the rest of their day

of a stunning ball of white

saying adieu

as the sun greets and takes charge

of this spectacle

in her power she glistens off of the same sky

sharing the moment

in perpetual silence.

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