Luna, My Love
Dear Luna, where have you been?
I dreamed a thousand times of your pale beauty.
Now, you return with stars upon your cape,
Flaunting your mysterious ways before me.
I'm mad in love with you, dear Luna,
The most beautiful of all the evening ladies,
That entices broken souls such as I.
Take my hand to walk with me through life.
No? So, I hear you say as you withdraw,
Pulling clouds about you to hide your face.
My path the darker now without your love,
There's no solace for me at your rebuff.
A whisper plays softly across a gentle breeze,
“I will not change my ways, though I favor you the most,
I am a wanton lady on my trek, following the sky.”
Then, she glanced my way again, and winked into the night.
Copyright © Virginia Mitchell | Year Posted 2010
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