5 Muluc
Red Overtone Moon
If only I could heal
each Wound you own
And mend the Places
where your Soul is torn
A silver Moonbeam I
would sculpt and hone
That it might pierce
the hardest Heart e’er born
A golden ray of Sunlight
will I use
To thread my Quill
with soothing Thoughts and Care
Every Rift and Ravel
you will lose
To perfect Suture,
excellent Repair
But Time alone has Tools
to fare so well –
In my Power I do
presume too much
Wishing that in
wishing itself could dwell
A Magic only angels
use and touch.
My hope is that a
perfect Love and Time
Transform all Pain
into Peace sublime.
©Kleomichele Leeds
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