Moon
Moon,
slowly you awoke
with your light so softly
into a sleeping world
your treasures cast a golden light
upon this moment
a memory of our sublime.
so the mountains become my body,
and the trees, my heart
the shadows pass whispering
into the amber glow as
your light grows brighter
once again moving
the tides of our blue night
into lunar thoughts
which are my
songs.
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