31/10/2026
"Before the Moon"*
She stands in white where desert meets the sky,
Her dress a whisper caught in golden air,
Before her burns the moon, so vast, so high,
And in its light, she feels someone still there.
She lifts her skirt not to walk, but to belong,
To that great glow that knows her name,
For in the moon, a face has waited long,
And love still calls her, soft as flame.
The footprints fade, the wind forgets,
But moons remember what hearts keep true,
One soul on earth, one soul the moon besets,
Forever gazing, me and you.
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