By the Light of the Fragrant Moon

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by Lenna

Mean spirit, harsh words, no end on the horizon. No place for the ocean and the sun to meet, so my eyes cried another sea. I drizzled bitter amber everywhere, and painted the whole world in shades of mud and gray.

Alone in my room at last, I contemplated the perfect cocktail. Apple pie moonshine with fresh hemlock, on the rocks, blessed elixir of peace and eternal sleep.

I settled for a few cups of the shaman’s magic tea, and soon a technicolor dragon rolled across the ceiling and handed me a lavender dream.

I ascended the night sky and landed on a marshmallow cloud where angels flew by, and was greeted by a band of smiling jinn.

Home at last in the shadow of His mercy, we stripped away the pain of the mud-streaked world, and rejoiced by the light of the fragrant moon.

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What did you think of this poem? Let me know below in comments. You also reach me via email at lenncat@protonmail.com or find me on Twitter: @LennCat.

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