She Who Wears the Night

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Tiny little specks of frozen blue light  
Sewn into the vastness of a fabric, deep grey and light,  
Adding a touch of sparkle here and there.  
Adorning the gown she chose to wear.

The sweet breeze stirring  
Delicate ripples,  
As I watch the grey fabric sway,  
And wisps of blonde meander away,  

Revealing a pristine facade,  
Radiating a light so pure,  
Shining bright and clear,  

A presence so divine,  
Instilling calm,  
Like the tranquil peace of a shrine,  
Lifting one gently  
To a vivid meditative state.

Rejoicing in the sheer beauty  
Of the moment,  
Experiencing something  
So true, so genuine.

It brings a tear or two,  
As one gazes at that radiant glow,  
Watching it fade,  
Growing faint and light  
With the passing night.

Disappearing into a vastness,  
Painted in hues of peach and orange,  
As golden light embraces the world,  
Filling hearts with warmth  
And sweet memories  
Of that fleeting beauty.

A longing stirs,  
Like the heart of a yearning lover,  
For one last glimpse of her gentle glow  
From the night before.

Until we meet again  
Later Tonight.

I shall wait for your return,  
Eyes fixed on the distant horizon,  
As the orange light fades,  
Announcing your arrival,  
And drifting away,  

Like a soldier,  
Bowing to his princess— 

My beautiful Moon Princess!


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