MOONRISE

Moonrise, misty eyes. My love sleeps in foreign arms. Tasting false and forbidden charms. Sunrise, magic eyes. My love keeps my love alive, As though he's done no harm. He walks straight and tall into my morning, Speaks to me of love undying. He looks deeply into my eyes And believes I don't know he's lying. Whose the jester, whose the fool? My love breaks every cherished rule. But the morning will not find me waiting, Or his false love reinstating. Moonrise, clear eyes. I walk straight and tall into the night. I think of peace and love undying. I look deeply into my soul, and even though I know what I now know, vow to love myself instead. Self-love redeems and purifies. There is no longer need for self-lies. Though I walk alone, it is not in darkness. Moonrise, sunrise, no longer matters, no wrong, no right. I am clothed in Light, Love's true guise. Copyright Chula Fleming Aug 1, 1986