She is the moon I cannot see,
The light gifted to another world
but not to me...
Thus do I inquire, please
who is she?
She is Luna's twin,
The other side of Artemis
and little sister to Rhiannon...
Thus do I beg,
what is her name?
There are two worlds to see,
A dulled world of blacks and grays
and a world lush with greens and browns...
The moon is dark in one world
yet in the other it is full and blue...
Thus do I question,
where is her home?
Between us time means nothing,
A century in mine
is a decade in hers...
Thus do I implore you,
when will we meet?
In our two worlds we wait.
In our loneliness we believe.
And in our faith we hope.
Thus I ask this last question,
So all others become moot,
Is she mine?
Or am I hers?
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