Remembering A Memory Under The Moon

the way your eyes look at the way they look at you
you generate an electricity of meanings
neuron to another neuron making synapses of my static existence
images of lonely shadows grow like leaves in those illuminated trees
by the promise of the moon
that silently sails upon the seas of my mind

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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