Moor

A golden moon over water

but the light shines from you
it bursts through the steam
of that first diner brew
but I spill it at my feet
till I’m a ship at sea

your argent glow reveals you
as the moon lighting my way
and could I ever find home
were it not for the tides

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Adam Craveiro

Adam Craveiro

content writer | mental wellness advocate | dabbler extraordinaire | dog & cat dad | certified nerd