My thoughts return to you yet once again,
When lustrous moon reigns queen o’er all the land,
Argentic auras gilding hand and pen
While darkest shadows in mute reverence stand;
I bare my soul to her soft smile above,
In hope that flowing ink spills silver down—
Rich hand-cast words to burnish there with love
Soft-set in care, as bullion in a crown.
Tonight, though bright, no precious words I find;
Though in my mind your face shines sweet and pure,
I look down at this page that I have signed—
Still blank and void, endorsement premature.
The moon’s enlightened thought advises too,
And in soft light I scribe sweet lines anew.

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