The Moon

I envy her who watches you

And bears upon your skin

Enlightening your senses

Pulling you like the tides, within.

 

She seemed to be her fullest

When my tears would often fall

Yet, I continue to hold her dear to me

It’s to her I often call.

 

I see your face in her reflection,

Your green eyes mirrored against her white soul

As we stare up at her this is our connection

Warming us on a lonely nights cold.

 

© cs, 1998

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