The Mark, The Moon, & Me.
I left my mark on the moon one night, it's mark, the moon on me.
Though the marks were well impacted, few eyes would truly see.
Drifting ever high above me, caught in gravities embrace.
Basking in your wonder as the hours set the pace.
A kiss is blown into the wind, and as the wind doth blow.
It builds a fiery passion, lava-esque in flow.
Showered in angelic light, for now, my soul feels free.
I left my mark on the moon one night, and it's mark...the moon...on me.
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