Talking Moon
She’s talking to the moon.
Hazed in the midnight gloom.
Ancestor, naked angel of night.
Bright stars wanting for her answers so right.
Confused not knowing what to do.
So nieve - the wisdom of the moon of doom.
Copyright © Jack Reed | Year Posted 2011
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