Moonlight
Moonlight
Mild sweet swelling dew. Radiant brow, renewed. Weave me a tone of haste, silence we will not waste. Gather my heart spent tone, caress my wavy crown.
Thine, I am yours, spiritual hand, moonlight mother, sing the sooth, yours the giving, the longing mood. Say the word, demand the dwelling, yours the natural rising. Temperament quelling.
Copyright © Dennis Faherty | Year Posted 2016
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