The November air is cold and clear.
A splatter of stars decorate the night sky.
I watch from my bedroom window
as the full moon arches across and then slowly sinks;
beckoned by a darkened horizon.
Its moonlight - shining,
always shining -
in my eyes.
My room.
My heart
to light what cannot be seen -
my soul!
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