That one good night beneath the moon,
Do you still remember?
The turning sky as you looked up, star's
That fell around you.
Inside our heart's that beat as one, lay
Hidden from the rest, from prying eye's.
Treasure buried deep, yes can I still remember
A white veiled queen who never sleeps,
Bathed in light her king.
Copyright © James McLain | Year Posted 2017
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