Crescent Cradle - Poem by Saiom Shriver
When the moon is full
she blinds us to the evening star,
twinkling in the twilight,
venus, the star of love.
Not far from there
the Big Dipper
for all.. stellar light
But when the moon is crescent
in the dawn rhodescent
it is the morning star
she magnifies and cradles.
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