It came undone
the rules broken
tumbling out of place,
chaotic beauty
streaming.
Up rose the great
and the small flew
to where…
Dark met light
when the gateway
crumbled.
He ran
Trying
To put
Everything
Back in
Order.
But the strings had torn,
the connections severed,
death became life,
every moment
singular.
And so she danced
with the beauty
and the horror.
Danced without gravity
for tomorrow
could never be,
and today
was undone.
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Moira Ashleigh comes from a family steeped in the arts. It is not surprising that she too would feel the artistic passion to create – to share. Moira likens poetry to painting with words, space, and feelings, and writes a small poem every day. In addition to poetry; Moira is also a photographer and artist, has her own web design business, volunteers for the Mystic River watershed as a water sampler, and is a witch of the Glainn Sidhr Order. Moira lives near Boston, Massachusetts with her longtime partner and two black cats. You can find Moira at http://www.moiraashleigh.com
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