Crisp clean summer dew

Gathered on the window of my soul

Captures my imagination

Triumphs in making me whole



The Moon Goddess walks

Steps out tall and proud

No longer hidden behind

Silken sheets of her cloud



Goddess smiles back at me

From the looking glass

Tear rolling silently

At times that have passed



The look of love in her eyes

Her silence penetrates

The audience of one applauds

There is no need to captivate



She smiles gently to remind

There are tasks yet undone

Coming back to the fore

Still her audience is but one



With cry of love

Hands held out to the croud

She walks once again

Steps out tall and proud

 
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