The moon cast her light
a grumpy sea ignored her
The high tide begins
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The moon cast her light
a grumpy sea ignored her
The high tide begins
The croissant moon hides
behind faithful clouds
to have some alone time
The sturdy main oak branch
is a place to contemplate
our existence and the trials
The croissant moon is tired
form being consistent
so I will wait to see her again
You look to the moon,
The moon looks to you,
In reflections of beauty
Moon rays
move from
brittle light,
so bright,
to teal,
to black.
Illuminating the
clear night,
so bright,
full of light,
tonight.

Beautifully broken souls,
beating hearts of the night.
Spirits begin to rise and fall,
the Souls burn blue so bright.
Within the midnight calm,
Forgetting in moonlight quiet.
We cherish the moonlit night,
wishing for love and kindness.
Wishing for something more
willing this feeling to depart
Even the moon laughs soft
every star seems so light
Wishful thinking takes hold
warping time’s despair
you look to the moon,
the moon looks to you,
in reflections of beauty
A kiss to the moon
Let me sleep without bad dreams
The heavy clouds cry

No air to tell of love and loss,
alone within your space.
Bathypelagic Sand Dollar of the stars,
you seem so diffident.
Calm and round,
you turn tides on or help a heart’s loss.
Oceans look upward,
as your face so bright lights up the night.
Lovely eyes
so full of light
A soft heart
alive at night
By the Winter moon
within clouded starlight
Do not go too soon
dancing in the moonlight
Beautiful flower
a charmer of the night
Womanly power
take me into the light