artist unknown, taken from Google
The Moon over Gemini blinks
when ghost owl wings stir clouded skies,
painting the night in Indian inksas Summer hides in cool disguise.
When ghost owl wings stir clouded skies,
the Mountain stands with bated breath
as Summer hides in cool disguise
it waits upon the Springtime’s death.
The Mountain stands with bated breath,
the Valley chokes in pre-dawn mist.
It waits upon the Springtime’s death
as blooms lay damp where dew has kissed.
The Valley chokes in pre-dawn mist,
painting the night in Indian inksas blooms lay damp where dew has kissed
and the Moon over Gemini
blinks.
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Adding your comment:
I recalled reading this one before, Rory. It is still an important and quite potent piece, as well. The moon has often been blamed for variations in people's moods, but I think it lies more within our own personal body chemistry. Those with bipolar disorders, depression or other mental illnesses often suffer from an imbalance in that very chemistry. Thank you for entering my contest, my Friend. Good luck, Sweetie. 
