Moon
Second hand timepiece is not the word for thee.
You take your roost above like a member of family.
Delicate imagery on the canvas of eternity.
You give us a reminder of the promised
impending, of the juicy Dawn.
Soft is your glow as you bode our time.
Lightbeam Morse code, "it won't be long".
"Get lost in my gaze child, as I shine you mirrored upon
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Moon you have a quiet sort of style.
Benefactor in the Night's dark isle,
your dark- bending is spot on.
Your sourcery is love and wrought from.
You pull at the Tides like it was a cloak, pulled tight.
At our imagination, like attention stood still, upright.
I see how you reflect the Sun.
Like the Christ doth His Father.
You are our own. We should want none other.
You are a sentinel in silent vigil.
You are priceless adornment skillfully placed upon
the firmament like a gem on a head-dress.
You are a smile received in the darkness.
A while- perceived as hope by our consciousness.
M O. O N
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