Moon
You are my moon,
Full and softly curving,
How gold grows jealous of your radiance!
Envious the stars have sought
To outshine you,
But instead they trail beneath you,
A veil of shimmering jewels
your shy gaze hides behind.
When you are gone,
My breath yearns for your light,
sighing and trembling in the dark.
Let me be the night sky,
embracing your lonely beauty,
Holding back the jealous sun,
And distancing you from conquerors.
Let me be the lone wolf,
Atop a mountain peak,
Serenading your trek across the domed night.
Let me be the sea,
that dances to your every sway,
that grows untamed in your absence.
Let me be the bone to your flesh,
that we become one,
moving in unison...
till death.
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