The Moon Brings Hope

Tara Caribou – longing and hope

Raw Earth Ink

My heart aches.
I long for that spark,
that touch of understanding.
My face is a grimace;
My hands lift.
My fingertips tremble.
I look to the east:
hope rises with the moon
and sets with the waking sun.
Morning rests upon my face, but
all I crave is the night
and the promise that it brings.
My heart aches.
My soul quivers.
I watch the stars for you.


tara caribou | ©2021

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