A Boon
Gentle soul grant thee a boon
the dawn is coming much too soon.
No I won't wish for treasures there
not silver thread or starlit hair,
not for the passion of a comet's blaze
nor golden glow of starlit haze.
My only wish to hold the pearly moon
that rests at the throat forever.
That loving, glowing midnight rune
that sews my universe together.
Copyright © Jean Marble | Year Posted 2006
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