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Love, bide with me atop the crescent moon.
It’s time to be will happen quick, quite soon,
and on its arc, we’ll sit and just commune.
Come closer to joyfully share the night,
we two upon the crescent lunar light,
with all the land before us for a sight.
Ring my finger with moonbeams and I’ll cry.
They glow like ice cube diamonds lit by sky,
and all of this for simply you and I.
What silver moondreams we share on the arc,
with white light in our eyes, backdrop so dark.
As all the while on love’s dreams we embark.
A waning moon grows pale with morning suns.
Hand in hand we bid farewell as daytime comes.
Now you, the moon and I are kindred ones.
Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017