Sister Moon

The stuff of fairytales and fables,

Distant, mysterious,

A creature of constant change,

Fickle, singing her siren song.

Shy sliver of a Mona Lisa smile

To full on bawdy brilliance.

Sister Moon has many faces,

Many lovers,

Each heartbreakingly beautiful. 

Oh, to sit on the crescent moon,

Feet dangling,

To fall from the Earth into your arms,

Looking down on the world below,

My cares far away,

Becoming one with the illusive night. 


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