Oh, Moon! the
glass violet scenting
the garden sky.
Wafting beams
supporting ancient houses
sheltering mythic forms
of your ages.
How you hang so
loftily - the perfect
prism, breaking shores of
Crystal light on
marred and shattered ground
hiding the cruelties
best left unseen
Showing the hearts at
full blossom, bleeding
all the while
for your blessing.
Willowing their strings,
chording together
lovers pair
to fawn in revelry
Basking in your mirth
that is their own -
Oh, Moon!
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