A lover's moon rests now on high
Upon her throne of stars
A velvet cloak adorns her
As cosmic breezes sigh,
Way down below, a silent earth
Pays homage in the night
Thankful for the guiding stars
Dressed in their silver light.
She gently pulls the seas to shore
To kiss the golden sands
She lights the hearts of lovers
As in silence they touch hands.
Both gaze at her in wonder
Her moonscapes fill their eyes
She bathes their souls in silver love
A gift of sweet surprise.
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Owain Glyn