O, Moon, dear friend, why do you close your eye?
I’m like the wolves, enchanted by your light.
When night-time flower smiles up at the sky,
Her radiance mirrors perfectly your sight.
When darkness falls upon your nightly gown
And ocean tides rise up to sink the shore
The heart takes shelter, oft without a sound,
To ride it through the storm flat on the floor.
But never will the storm remain for long
As wind takes back the clouds from blackened sky.
The wolves will sing again their reverent song
As you, my queen, show once again your eye.
With every pass of closing crescent moon
Comes back the sliver light, and ne’er too soon.
I’m like the wolves, enchanted by your light.
When night-time flower smiles up at the sky,
Her radiance mirrors perfectly your sight.
When darkness falls upon your nightly gown
And ocean tides rise up to sink the shore
The heart takes shelter, oft without a sound,
To ride it through the storm flat on the floor.
But never will the storm remain for long
As wind takes back the clouds from blackened sky.
The wolves will sing again their reverent song
As you, my queen, show once again your eye.
With every pass of closing crescent moon
Comes back the sliver light, and ne’er too soon.
Jessica Onion
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