Every Man's Mistress & Every Woman's Mother
In the shelter of unquiet eyes
i've found a place, by night to hide
Forsaking day's harsh scenic views
to choose instead
the comfort of softer hues
Always here, the world is lit
by Moon's indulgent grey
Pale & radiant she sits;
Highest Priestess
of Night's bliss
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