Untitled A great light glowed over ancient rocks and a haze of clouds blocked the truth colors were transformed into magic and my eyes were opened to something more to the slightest possibility that maybe, nothing more. And as I looked to the moon for answers she stared back at me even more puzzling than she was before I laid in wonder gazing at the stars and marveled at how far their arms stretched to another place
Linda Holmes' Questions:
1) Does this poem remind you of any specific place? If so, what place?
2) What kind of mood does this poem put you in?