Mystical Moon
The mystical moon,
Silent, still, and full,
Awesome in the sky,
Almost unaware,
Its power over
The water, over
Emotions below.
Creating torrid
Swells, energy flows
Through the ebb and tide,
Often reflecting
The sun’s brilliance,
Yet unable to
Embrace—far away.
It shimmers, it shines,
It glimmers, it glows,
Seems never to stay,
Always seems to go,
However leaving
Its everlasting
Effects on my soul.
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