I Hear the Moon
Kristin Osika
as she sings her song. Enchanted, I listen all night long. In her radiant gaze, an ivory glow. Her ethereal love and care for us shows. “Come,” she whispers “stay close to me and let dreams follow my melody.” So yawns escape and eyelids fall, thoughts drift away until the world feels small. With all hopes and fears, anxieties gone I ask you, moon, to sing until the dawn.
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