Moon Sweeps

Tidal changes of this floating heart
when to stop, when to start?
My pulse expands my waking mind.

I feel the blood rush fast to fine
but, something's wrong deep inside
yesterday is a trap well set
we can forgive but, can we forget?

I wake to dreams in words of waves
I thank my God just for this day
I break my bread with quick line-breaks 
my life's a poem of give and takes.

ajs

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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