A Gentle Moon
Gaze into this brighter side
Into the transition as autumn passes,
Still in the solitude of what exists
Waits this winters passage
Beneath the ray from a gentle moon
For all is past, as dusk escaped
Into once it’s fallen structures;
To let the dusk bestow itself
Into the makeup of the darkness
Beneath one ray from a gentle moon
Wait ‘till time in weary sunder
Appears with the makeup of it’s time,
And morality left to the spirit seen
Is lost and gone astray
Beneath our gentle moon
Copyright © Mark Norton | Year Posted 2014
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