the moon is above my head
as the universe often changes
direction, where it often
can give each one the
a warm glow, and let the earth
beneath my feet feel the beauty
of the sand dust wisk away
holding secrets to much divine
and crazy stories that often seem
come within
when you look in the skies
of the flaming red, its the beauty
of the sunset going down
not the flares of fires
one might think
for the universe is opening
a new chapter in ones life
not to make one empty
but to make one a new you
and open ones soul to keep