Morning Moon
Have you seen the morning moon?
She is not that cold hung rock
that swings upon the noose of night,
that one is dead
and submerged in a sea of darkness.
The morning moon
has been planting seeds of light
beneath a slumbering earth;
the work has made her beautiful,
has brought her to
this ethereal transparency.
At the step of dawn, for a short while
she shines as a bright translucency
in every awakening eye.
Now the long night passes away
and she also must take her leave
to where oceans are teardrops.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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