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Cresent Moon

In a haze of radio waves and cyber stars,

through the wild night air,

under the shared skies of of nameless voices.

Where wayward wanders rest,

throwing whimsical words in the wind,

to be read between the lines,

beneath the crescent moon,

that breaks the loving heart,

and moves the tides of sea,

who's vastness will never compare,

with your endless beauty.

Shimmer dark the night,

all my fears and hopes.

By my fire, set in loving scrolls, lies your poetry,

like a map to my lions heart,

the words echo through the trees,

and brings me back, to my long lost soul.





Written for me by: Lowell Poe