the sounds of night
sound to me, oh so
soothing:
the cicadas’ and crickets’
concertos play at full volume,
while
the nothingness quietly passes,
moments by…
and if I’m lucky,
I bear witness to the
spaces in between —
where breaths form
where sails catch wind
where eyes meet hearts.
where love begins
Photo was taken during the full moon on August 12, 2022, when I set some of my crystals out in the moonlight.
Just because.
L.S. 2022
laurie sliben, writer 