Moon - Poem by Tony Mushrow
She sits up in the blackest sky,
The tidal changer, the unblinking eye.
The giver of translucent light,
A sight for lover’s in the night.
The moon she casts a silver glow.
That touches everything we know.
We search to try and find a face.
A man lives in this distant place.
A flower that blooms’s only at night.
Darkness she will surely smite.
And Selene she drives across the sky,
Her lovers trail her chariot,
And the lone wolf sings to this majestic sight
A ballad for the moonlight
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