In this hour
of deep night
the Moon sails
to my window sill;
And in silence
gazes holding still.
Shimmering….
touching me gentle;
….Caressing,
deeply healing,
luminous,
showering its splendor;
Then drowning
me softly
in
its ardour;
Possessed;
I gaze back,
With it set to sail
to the heights unscaled.
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