Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Her love is the moon

Her love is the moon to me.

Shining white with the light of the sun,

It lights my way in the night.

It beckons me 

To venture even into the shadows

Lit in the glow she reflects.

In her fullness, she lights my path

Brilliant to the casting of shadows.

Even waning it remains

A beacon,

A sentinel,

Guarding my way in the dark.

In the darkest of its phase

It reminds of its sweet presence

By the light of then thousand twinkling suns.

Then waxing full

Its flooding light fills my heart to overflowing.

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