the slice of a silver moon
the hope of each breath
is born in the same light
we see and feel
letting whatever that need to be
recognized for our goodness is
and then laugh at the egos shadow
still I am not that
but more than can be seen
a reflection of a greater dream
that dissolves into you
and is the moon and the star
and the thought of who I am
Gods breath held in a heartbeat
a smile on the Mothers face
a beautiful moment of awakening
to live and love another day
