Night falls but the Moon rises;
brushing clouds from her face
as her hair cascades down the Milky Way,
the hem of her gown, soft as eiderdown
so as not to move the stars in their place
She has followed the Sun since both were young;
enraptured and captured in a moment,
a fleeting glimpse as night turned to day
watching over Earth at night
as she spun, arms akimbo,
taking in the warmth and light
If you look carefully during the day
you will find her in the sky still
as if by strength of will
she escapes the Darkness
for that which gives her heart a thrill,
content, like the rest of us, to wonder and guess
how the heart speaks without thinking
what the mind won't confess...
(11-01-10)
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