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distance : drifting

Deep inside my heart

I felt you moving away from me

Like an ever shifting tide

Called by the Moon

Onwards to its particular destiny

Time and tide waits for no man

Or woman

So as we find ourselves standing

On shifting sands

Tear drops may fall

As memories rise up

Flooding the landscape

Pulling us along

Like that oh so distant moon

As we wait

And hope

And wish

And wonder

Will we find the way home soon

And will the ones we love remember us at all

Will they draw close

Or will the current time of rampant fears

And self preoccupation

Make of us

A human family

Drifting further and further away

From one another?

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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  2. I was talking to the moom last night Deb ..
    “Talking to the Moon”

    in my hazy bedroom
    it is unexplainable
    what I say to the moon
    and there is that secret
    unknowable connection
    an unmistakable tune
    received in an echoing response
    from my unattainable moon

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