Moonlight leaves a sheen like rain
upon my skin; the owl asks
what place I’m in? I am the place:
it’s here, within, oh owl-faced moon.
Jack Brae Curtingstall
Moonlight leaves a sheen like rain
upon my skin; the owl asks
what place I’m in? I am the place:
it’s here, within, oh owl-faced moon.
Jack Brae Curtingstall