She Moon hangs
pregnant and perfect
in my memory
I miss you
Deeply deprived of your touch
yet knowing you live
inside me
you are in me
Sailing swiftly to our next union
in my mind
has become my comfort
you comfort me
Tears of awareness fill my eyes
the missing becomes an ache
a precious ache
I ache for you
Fall's frosty air freezes my liquid lamentations
firmly to my cheeks
tracking the ache I know
I see my sorrow
In these tears is truth
your return
will set my frigid fears free
and my cheeks will glow with the knowledge
of you
once again
She Moon glows in unison
as she touches us
with her illuminating beam of belonging
and
You warm me
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