The moon is full, the night alive;
the ones I love are hidden inside.
Upon blazing stars wishes are kissed,
and memories cursed from burning lips.
On this night a great fire blazes,
calling witches forth to take their places.
The moon is full, the night is wild,
the day is young for the smiling child.
The day is young, never need for sleep,
within the company of the souls I keep.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
Nicole Lyons 
Magical!
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole keeps souls.
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Just how it should be. Beautiful.
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Thank you, my friend. This is not my typical style, but with a gentle nudge from the melodious heart of a poetic friend, I hit the button.
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I’m glad they gave you that nudge 🙂
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Next full moon is the pink moon… next week. Currently waxing in Cancer.
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Amazing!
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Lovely. Very nice.
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