Pete's poems from the night.

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She awaits in the moon.

By chance I spy the moon
A face framed in it's glow
Eyes that smile for me
She I have yet to know.

A whispering breeze
I hark to decipher
Fists clenched in failure
Flailing the air in anger.

Feelings so desperate
Nourishes my mind only
Wandering to places
Cold alone and lonely.

Of what direction
Will fate show me
To find a solace
In heartfelt destiny.

A soft wind takes my frame
To be set upon a rock
Life drawing to a close
As an unwound clock.

Once more I spy the moon
Reaching to touch her face
She returns a hand to mine
Drawing me ever from this place.