Moonbeam II

Moonbeam
Deep dream
What seems
Clear

Sometimes,
Isn’t here.
Inner ear
Inert mirror

Casting down
Looking up
Shaft of light
Shadow deep

Ochre grey
Lead the way
Through the night
Tailing kite

Wish I may, Wish I might

Find the path
Through the grass
In the weeds
Chasing leads

Heading home
Through the door
Kiss the floor
Place to be
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Where I can see
In the dark
Howling bark
Place to park