I am no longer ashamed of love.

Have you seen the moonrise?
when she rose before sunset,
I lingered to watch her,
She stood silently in silhouette against the windows,
and the brimming sunbeams embraced her,
the sky was then pale and sea-blue,
The moon was a pinkish golden petal in between.

I once was muddled, muddled in endless doubts
I once was lost, lost in endless dead ends 
and day by day out of new-found freedoms 
my treasure gently slips uncurled,
like a timid pearl came tip-toe out of her shell
and day by day my happiness vibrates
in wider and wider circles shin the world,
like a frightened child allowed to play the first time

The grey, the sorrowful, the shadow? 
the voice of long icy winters,
the voice of hunger and pains,
How I lived yesterday now a mystery it seems,
for I have seen the moonrise before sunset,
She stood silently in silhouette against the windows,
who filled my heart with wonderous sweet kindness,
and all was because
you walked into my life with love so softly, softly sings....

Have you seen the moonrise in your eyes?
I am no longer ashamed of love.

Posted by:Annabel

A Dancer, choreographer, A researcher who specializes in Religious Dance and Ritual Performance Study. My blog is the notepad of my consciousness in the modern era we live and a witness of my unique journey on earth, in the cosmos.

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