Gayle Sweeney (May 1955 / Massachusetts USA)
Our heirloom bright pearl moon
Full and afar
Can behold the world and shimmery stars.
Up in a heavenly sky
This clear night
The moon, a companion,
Rose in pure white.
Throughout the lovely ages,
Stolen hearts have dreamily found,
Is their very own luminous treasure.
Its triumphant magnificence endures.
We might catch the shining moon
Sparkling nights when
Angels are trail blazing.
Swept up by
The moon and stars in the sky,
Strangers can marvel and love never dies.
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