Moon

Woman Silhouette…
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Moon

Lone orb, that in imagination’s vision
Ploughs silver wake through cobalt seas on high,
Your solitude enkindles passion’s fission,
Love’s avatar eternal in the sky;
What ocean could contain those endless tears
Or valley ring the cries of sorrows torn,
Or tome contain the words of countless fears
Borne up to you on winds of sighs forlorn;
On every heart a sonnet you have written
And every heart in you has sought solace,
Though you can never cry for lover’s smitten
Too arid is your ancient dusty face;
Yet still you bear the scar of every trace,
Of wounds on tender hearts love’s scorn did chase.