Teira Naahi

Friday, June 30, 2017


Between two worlds

The ploughman’s son

From dusk till dawn

The furrows done

Great beauty espied

Beyond yonder dale

Perhaps not obtainable

Still a mystery veil

Yet as the seed is sown

With the harvest in mind

A celebration of moon song

The passion divine

For as he looks to the west

She gazes the east

Forsaking not the moment

Not caring for rest

Each pledges their truth

Upon the pale yellow moon

To ride the winds of change

And let their hearts hold the proof:

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