The Moon
cradled in the arms of night
silent still
through tattered veils of evening cloud
she peers
her silver face kissed lovers in ancient times
and lit the even fields of a winter’s soul
perfect, white, eternal
rise above that cloak of darkness
show the way to those who wander
in the longest of nights
bright lantern of hope
glorious and everlasting..
Copyright © Valerie Bellefleur | Year Posted 2013
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