Author: Jodi Sky Rogers

BREATHING IN THE LIGHT

I lay my back against the grass Breathing in the moon I draw its silver light into the aching parts of me  Are wounds really where the light enters, dear Rumi?  I hope so Because beneath the midnight sky I am searching my soul for the therapy of words and shooting stars And I inhale deep and desperate breaths of moonlight  …starlight, candlelight  Hoping that they will mend my wild inner sou...

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