Luna

In the Shifting Beams of Light
That Fall from her Bedazzled Face,
I Lie back beneath the Stars Embrace
And Gaze Upon Love’s Timeless Sight.

Spilling in Transcendent Glory
With clouds, like Whispers, Caressing her,
I Watch and Dream of All that’s Pure,
Beguiled by her Ancient Story.

Singing in the Cosmic Realm,
Seducing all my Imagination,
I Drift, Free from mortal stagnation,
On my Ship of Dreams, She at the Helm.

~Morgan~
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