Walking Moon

Getting late, the moon is waking
To rise, shine a waxing light
Upon millions, unknowing, unawares, not caring
Night creeps forward, no one looks
Except her, she will know me, looking
There, dark in stillness, met
Break the distance, the moon walks
Knowing, not without meaning, desire
The moon walks to dawn, kiss the new day
Now, memory til the moon walks, once more

… for Donna

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