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Ode To The Waning Moon








Let him join me in this glade
While the moon still reaches for rebirth
To sing our praises to the skies
In honor of you,
Mother Of Moon, of Earth

O' fill our weary hearts with light
Like wine filling the pewter flask
Chase away our darkest dream
Within your warmth
Now let us bask

Upon the waning of the moon
Let Inhibitions seek out release
Fear of what may come, begone!
Bring unto us
This healing peace

~THE FLOWING PEN~
5-26-08



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Ode To The Waning Moon