Dear moon...
glazed in foggy mists.
We laugh wildly and face the electrifying wind.
If wolves howl at you,
my rampant hearted cohorts and I-
shall spin and dance.
Sing loudly!
Giggle like youth in sun streaked fields.
Kiss me warmly-
for now it is the precious frosted night.
Lights dance in the gusts down the weaving street.
Reflections off windows memorize.
Clouds quickly rush past the goddess's silver disk.
Renew me again.
This magic night brushes troubles away.
For in the past I mourned these surreal moments.....truly,
but with my rejuvenation shared with forever friends,
artistic comrades, and beautiful souls I find.....
love conquers again.
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