This
eve, this eve of the super full moon
keeps me
out waiting and wanting
to soak
in his glorious moonbeams.
I've
seen the beginning, the subtle shine
in my
windows, tempting me to spend
all
night winking at him, while he
winks in
return, under the bower of leaves.
His
other worldly glow illuminating the garden
casting
shadows where nights past there
had been
none, only outlines of shrubbery.
this
July's full moon
illuminates
night sky path
moon
beams through star fields
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