Friends of the Lonely Moon

The Gardens of Water and Air stand before her.
A wispy sight of clear water,
A hug of warm Breeze,
An oasis from chaos and pain.

She enters and sits beneath a willow tree.
Drinking from a cool spring.
Lips of pale rose revived by liquid life.
No longer parched from the harsh desert of reality.

Her soft dark hair falls to the ground,
A soft ground of moss and colourful leaves.
Her face like the colour of fine sand,
Faceted by the now setting sun.

She remembers a past love.
A man who she trusted,
Yet the trust was not returned,
She sits upset by memories.

Soon the stars come put to play,
As she ponders about her past.
Good times that soon turned to pain,
Her heart full of hate.

She looks to the lustrous moon,
Who leads a peaceful life, alone,
No lover to be with,
Only stars to be her friends.

The woman looks at her reflection in the glowing pool,
Hate once covered her face,
Now it is wrapped in peace,
Even though she is alone.

Love has been lost,
Friends still remain,
She stands to go,
To meet her friends brightly as the rising sun.

 
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