My Lady Moon upon my window crept
Weeping want of you.
And touches me with silver light
The way I need you to.
She smiles soft.
Holds in her light
The Wisdom of all time.
The knowing of the magick ways
Of want and need and wine.
Hail her, who doth touch
Both our seeking eyes
And comfort there in knowing that
We're one beneath her light.
Contributed and authored by Moontoadie
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