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Literature
One More Moonlight Song Twilight moon, who are you? That world
above, not human nor a god
to drift along. Your light, silver
in hue, yet merely that borrowed
flame of Sol's mighty rays. You grin
then weep only to dazzle once
again. I stand so small at night
in a transfixed mood of mind
as my eyes catch sight. The distance
stands one vast ocean and a hand,
for where does the vacuum leave
the Earth, and you begin? Gentle
wind tickles my chin as my hair
is swept up and in. I stand mixed
with the ferns and willows captured
in black and white. Alone, yet near
to a celestial sphere, I dream
of more. Beyond, to new worlds far,
where Luna fades as our star Sol
becomes another pin above.
Among my thoughts are images lost
to a mind not seen, as words fail
to find my lips to be unsaid.
That is all I can do here now
at the end, just stare at the moon
again. Just stare at her above
aloft overhead, that Silver
Goddess not alive nor yet dead.
