Luna, Luna...
where are you
in this darkened morning light?
The dark side of the cycle
the turning tide
the waiting moments
that pass slowly
to a dreaded destination
longed for, prayed for...
Luna, Luna
your glowing roundness beckons
and woos the hardest soul
that seeks redemption
from the strain of life.
Come to me,
oh dark and new moon,
hidden but present...
I know you are there.
Claudia Lowery
May 12, 2010
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