What Moon is this
that saturates the ebon canvas
of the light-painted starry sky?
When do we see the golden rays
of star-dust covering over
the Earth and all of its sleeping denizens?
Why must the Moon awaken
the ashes of dreams lost in passion's dying fire
and shake the dusty echoing chambers free
of a shattered and fragmented heart?
Where has the Moon hidden its precious gems
while showering love's hope down upon weary sleepers?
And what a Moon this is
that causes our inner wolfing souls to howl
and our hearts to bay at its gold-infused gifts?
How spectacular is the fragile light of the moonbeams
that shine down and bathe the night of fossilized vices
in the radiating tremors of love's mysteries unearthed.
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