Halt the Falling

written with the scent of pomegranates in mind, whispered by the solid breeze of silent nights. tears that thought of her, moonlight that saved her, coffee stains, gentle rains, and inks that made her .her words-sweet honey, her pages-moonlight form. letters prepared from each page, a new scent waiting to fly high. with the sun dancing on waters, light-word by word, soaked in light .she is a seraphic creation, a thought to be spread, a song to be sung, a light to be shared. moon-blooming bright and free, under the shadows of the moon. she is scented.