Pink Shells and the Moon

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It could be a cobalt sky
when sun rises
but for now
ebony ink
spills freely.

Faint starlight dapples
the branches of heavy
while a brilliant moon speaks
and thoughts shower
shooting stars.

Why sleep
when center is set
to an altered zone
and tidal pools creep
to cave edges
in the deep?

I might just walk
along an imaginary
beach and handpick
pink shells
or taste the tropical
heat of a coconut cocoon.

I have less worries,
when the moon carries
my sleepless weeps
and strolls with me
on her sojourn
to an infinite

Note: This poem is featured in my first book, Blue Clouds 2016. I decided to give her a little extra love by lightly editing it. ♥️

Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC, is a psychotherapist and author of three books. Her latest is My Dear, Love Hasn’t Forgotten You. If you’d like, follow her on Facebook at Carolyn Riker, MA, LMHC or Instagram.

Dreamer. Poet. HSP. Empath. Licensed MH Therapist. 3 books published. 3X Top Writer. Love espressos & my chunky cat.

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