The moon’s soft feather touch
Caressingly lingers upon her skin
Not quite the intoxicating radiance
Of a love moon
Nor, the aloof distance of
Cold and lonely moon
Just the pale embrace of a
Patient guardian moon
A moon, content to watch
Satisfied with protecting
His most innocent charge
Seemingly, she is unaccompanied
This wandering child of the moon
Her passage goes unmarked, save
By this omniscient guide
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