Sunday, June 12, 2011

The Moon

A little crown of the moon
Shall rise again soon
I watch it fade away
To return another day.

While the leaves will brown and die
Long will the moon hang high
in the sky
Like the green shall return by and by.

Little jasmine reaching towards
The window boards
Shaped like stars, the petals
Their meaning is truly the moon, the petals

My goddess watches over all
Her enchanted crystal ball
Shines mistily
Upon the darkest mystery.

My moon watches over all
In the shape of a ball
Shining mistily
Through darkest mystery.

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