Magical Moments

The full moon pulls me out of sleep. Last night
I knew, but strange dreams changed me–sleight
of hands, focus anew. I would avouch
reality flew the coop. On the couch

in the dark, blinds closed to urban display
the new tempo of city life at bay–
though my new place is quiet, energy
is loud, for crowds whose electricity

unclaimed plunges, grunge humming stealthily.
I ground in silence, balance tacitly
cleaning self-evident, claiming my space
informed by stars and earth, living in grace.

Inspired by: Tempo, Grunge and Avouch.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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