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the Girl who climbed inside the belly of the Moon
Posted on Nov 19th, 2007
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Cre8beauty
Cre8beauty
The girl who is as luminous as the moon moved from the ocean to a place foreign and new.
No more breeze to tease her dreams into being. No more front porches, languid in southern humidity. No more music, the embodiment of sound surrounding her growing spirit.
The girl who is luminous as the moon moved to the smallest town in the world. It was anything but open as the ocean. One didn't need signs to read such things. There were small glimmers of hope, but nothing so satiating as dreams. No ocean breezes whispering in her ear at night. Not even a sound from the stars spoke as she spilled her light into the darkness of such times.
And then...
She picked up and moved again. The girl who is luminous as the moon moved from the smallest town in the world (which was too tired to mind), to the city that tries to immitate the sun. It's a losing game. But in all the brightness, she can't sleep; and so has taken to dreaming again.
It's this brightness that seeps under your skin. It may very well be her voice with the words " you can." When one star re-awakens the light is there whether you realize it or not. Hope is incandescent.
What darkness has disappeared then?
Where were you when you awakened?
When you let the light in?
No more breeze to tease her dreams into being. No more front porches, languid in southern humidity. No more music, the embodiment of sound surrounding her growing spirit.
The girl who is luminous as the moon moved to the smallest town in the world. It was anything but open as the ocean. One didn't need signs to read such things. There were small glimmers of hope, but nothing so satiating as dreams. No ocean breezes whispering in her ear at night. Not even a sound from the stars spoke as she spilled her light into the darkness of such times.
And then...
She picked up and moved again. The girl who is luminous as the moon moved from the smallest town in the world (which was too tired to mind), to the city that tries to immitate the sun. It's a losing game. But in all the brightness, she can't sleep; and so has taken to dreaming again.
It's this brightness that seeps under your skin. It may very well be her voice with the words " you can." When one star re-awakens the light is there whether you realize it or not. Hope is incandescent.
What darkness has disappeared then?
Where were you when you awakened?
When you let the light in?
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Thank you for these words…
I still have no idea what I want to say about this piece, except that I was struck by it instantly and havent wrapped my head or heart around it. I suppose for now the best I can do is to repeat Jake's sentiment and say thank you for these words….