because you asked

because you asked

A Poem by Emily B
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my contribution to the moon and me phenomenon lately

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Here I sit thinking of stars.

How do I get up there

in amongst them?

I want to enjoy the moonshine

from a height above.

 

The moon is bright.

The air is still.

Not damp. Not too cool.

Just clear.

With a sprinkling of stars.

 

Let's stand barefoot in the dry grass

at the corner of the house.

Out back where nobody can see

and watch the shadows fall.

Or maybe walk out in the darkness

finding our halting way

together

step by step.

 

There is the moon though.

And I believe the Creator

must be smiling.

 

© 2008 Emily B


Author's Note

Emily B
on a short leash until I can tell if it's able to be trained



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I had a vision yesterday while my band was trying "Knocking on heaven 's door" for the first time...something about how some dude said jesus isn't home right now or something, so we smoked some heavenly pot, because it's the same as coffee up there...I was ridiculously tired, but I saw some interesting things in that vision. So yeah, "mortal moth"...reminded me of that a bit. (-;

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Emily B

11 Years Ago

how did i miss all this?
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

11 Years Ago

idk?



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and I think of mean old goat heads,sand burs,in my foot,my personal problem, but I digress,you know the craft how to weave a spell,hold a heart quicken its beat ,and pay thanks to the world around ,thank you for sharing,for giving my eyes beauty,letting my mind drift step by step.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

by the guiding light of stars.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I had a vision yesterday while my band was trying "Knocking on heaven 's door" for the first time...something about how some dude said jesus isn't home right now or something, so we smoked some heavenly pot, because it's the same as coffee up there...I was ridiculously tired, but I saw some interesting things in that vision. So yeah, "mortal moth"...reminded me of that a bit. (-;

Posted 11 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

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Emily B

11 Years Ago

how did i miss all this?
Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander

11 Years Ago

idk?
Is there a more beautiful way to extend an invitation? Because if there is, let me read it now. I remember, not too long ago, thinking very similar thoughts on a starlit night, and reading this, I am glad you found the words I did not.

Posted 11 Years Ago


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. oh ... i remember these words so well ... i remember being stunned by their beauty when i read them ... mesmerizing and magical poetry, emily ... absolutely gorgeous work ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The ambiance of this is so calming and refreshing..

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

again you translate gentle beyond my own meaning of and maybe beyond it's own..ah i know the word i am looking for and still inadequate...'grace'

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I get really nice emotions from this. I enjoyed it fully, feeling like I'm walking through the night! I feel very calm after reading this:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


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again wonderful thoughts expressed by your pen Emily

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Loved this aand also bring in God at the end..Nice job, I could smell the damp grass under my feet..lola nd God bless..Kathie

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Emily B

Richmond, KY



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