Watching
through my window
Greeted
by the full moon
Gracing
the earth in its grandeur
Let
my thoughts sway freely
On the
glory of the night
The
gray beam of the season
When
the ray
Is
a smile of insight
And
the gray
A
voice wisdom
Now
the day is here
We
are deep caught in vigor
Of
the day seasons
And
the fears of the night
That comes inevitably
Remember,
the night season
Won’t
always be in the dark
Or
marked in dreads
There
would be moon days
To
light up the night
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