Night's only as black
as shadows we show,
The moon's flying high
appeased in full glow.
Alighting our way
through valley and wood,
Travel on moonbeams
silver path under foot.
Crisp is the air
rides ghostly exhale,
Lifting toward heights
only spirits sail.
Tracking past mid night
as timbers align,
Showing the way
through nature divine.
1-20-06
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