Last night
like that time, long ago,
it came to me again,
the moon
to drench my pillow
and my sleepy eyes
with its silence.
I opened my palms, both hands,
like dandelions unfolding their petals,
to steal its light
to hold it tight,
and I laid it
on the palette of my dreams.
And I wished
oh, how I wished
to be a painter
to add more stars to the sky
for you.



Bravo Sonja






's Such soft and gentle beauty one is able to find within your words. 

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