Moonwater

Where the night pours its light

I am the blue.

Sleepy sea hums,

and stars drift through.

A mystic writes this world.

A mystic makes this blue,

deep turquoise blue—

these dreams of sweet waters,

quiet heavens,

god is here—

my heart is the queen of the meadow,

goddess of harvests and suns,

wild winds and sea shores.

Vaishali Paliwal

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