Pale moon rides upon sea color sky
in dark's slow descent into balmy night
and sun still holds the lower range,
bright gleams through full green trees.
I see in silhouette her silent seas
and my mind is free now to choose
the answer to my curious eye,
creative whims that I surmise and keep
as a secret passed between none else.
Upon the graceful pale beauty I place
the aspect of a smile, light in morning gaze;
the face of night I wish for when awake,
dreams that hold my heart in sleep.
So deep are works of light and shade; so green
the prayers that I have made, so pure
the season of long bright sky, that spirit
and eye simply agree to watch her.
She is in the Moon.
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