Dark Moons
I've been to the well
Too often to tell
The sky from a spell
Of ice salted dunes
Of threadbare cocoons
If there's a contrast
From future to past
The light sees it last
I breathe the allure
Of spaces obscure
Of nights darkly pure
Who else can I be
If I am not me
To straddle the sea
And follow the moon's
Melancholy tunes
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