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Moon of Old

Sages you wring the night dry,
washing your rhythms in time.
I can only sing,
over you,
moon of old.

Sages sprinkle their white ash and hum in quiet

in quiet, they repose..

old songs run down their walls

like movements of sound

ringing out in the black

in the quiet.

through the metal bars,

she shine, she illuminate

through the hate, they illuminate

shamans of love

rush in and bow to the sky.

Your purity is more than me,

and more than I.

You are old,

older than me,

you’re all older than I.

You know things I cannot say.

Sages you wring the night dry,

washing your rhythms in time.

On your metered prose

I can only sing,

over you,

under you,

with you,

to you,

for you,

moon of old.

– janberry. © 16 mar 2017. 4.04am.

About JanBerry

JanBerryJanBerry is an author and creative. She writes here or @janberrywrites on Instagram. Writing is a rewarding passion for her.

Her teeshirt brand puts out creative designs for personalized, handpainted teeshirts and bags, as well as other statement pieces.

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JanBerry

By JanBerry

JanBerry is an author and creative. She writes here or @janberrywrites on Instagram. Writing is a rewarding passion for her.

Her teeshirt brand puts out creative designs for personalized, handpainted teeshirts and bags, as well as other statement pieces.

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